Mingzhu woke up groggily, her mind fuzzy. She slowly sat up and looked around.
"???" she thought, confused.
Soon, her blank face brightened.
She was home! In her soft, oversized bedroom—which, mind you, still had her plushie lying on the bed! Mingzhu began to think.
So… she had been sent back to the day she transmigrated?
So… was she eighteen again?
Hehe. Getting two years younger—no complaints!
"System?" Mingzhu called out softly.
{System here.} The system immediately replied.
"When will you start the live broadcast?"
{The Host can activate the live stream at any time. However, if the Host does not activate it for more than 12 hours, it will be turned on randomly. But no worries—each Wednesday, the Host gets one day off.}
Mingzhu frowned at the limited free time but didn't complain. After all, who would complain about showing off? Hehe.
Mingzhu was many things, and she was very aware of herself—a spoiled girl who loved showing off the things her family gave her a little too much. It made her come off as vain and self-indulgent… which, let's be honest, was true. But she wasn't hurting anyone, was she?
A playful brat.
Mingzhu got up and looked around her long-missed bedroom. It was so familiar—soft, pink, and filled with stuffed animals and expensive things. It truly looked like a rich girl's room… which it was.
She rummaged through her clothes while sighing happily.
No more long robes she kept stepping on, and no more stuffy innerwear!
She pulled out a simple pair of shorts and a shirt—plain, yet expensive—and ran into the bathroom to change.
But unknown to her, the moment she locked the bathroom door…
The system activated the live broadcast.
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🌙 In another place…
"What's that?" a man said as he squinted at the sky.
An older man lifted his head too, his eyes widening in shock.
A dazzling, transparent screen appeared in the sky, stunning everyone who saw it.
The man instantly kneeled.
"Oh heavens! Please grant us a good harvest this year!" the old man pleaded, and others quickly followed suit.
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🏯 In the palace…
The moment the emperor saw the glowing screen in the sky, he immediately summoned the ministers.
"Your Majesty! We are very sorry, but we cannot find any records of such a phenomenon in any historical texts!" the ministers reported.
The emperor, ever calm, stared at the glowing sky and said,
"How do we bring it down? Is this an ill omen… or something beneficial to the empire?"
The ministers paused to think. But just as they were about to respond, the curtain of light faded—revealing a beautifully colored room.
The emperor blinked and slowly rose from his throne.
Li Qinghe carefully examined the scene before him. Then his gaze shifted toward his ministers.
The Ministry of Works spoke first:
"Such finely crafted desks and chairs! And in such a color—what kind of wood could create that shade of pink?"
Another minister added,
"And so many books and fabrics scattered everywhere… even hanging from above!"
Outside the palace, the common folk—unaccustomed to such splendor—gasped in awe.
"What a beautiful room! Like the chamber of an immortal!"
"Such brightly colored furs on the floor!"
"Do you think the celestial realm really has beasts with such magical fur?"
"Of course! It must be the celestial world!"
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Back in the palace, the emperor quietly listened to the ministers debate as his eyes remained fixed on the glowing screen.
Then, the door inside the vision slowly opened.
His eyes were immediately drawn to a pair of long, pale, slender legs—graceful and pleasing to look at.
The ministers erupted.
"Shameless!"
"So indecent!"
"Does this woman not know how to cover herself?!"
But in one quiet corner…
Duke Huo Cheng stared at the screen, his expression frozen in shock.
Li Qinghe noticed at once and raised a brow.
"So," the emperor said coolly,
"does Duke Huo Cheng know this lady?"