Chapter 1: A New World
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Zhao Ling woke up to the feeling of a burning suffocation. It was as if she was drowning in a sea of smoke while her whole body was being tempered in a fiery furnace. The feeling was overwhelming.
After some minutes of great difficulty, she opened her eyes and realized that the whole area was all flames and filled with smoke. Was she in a sea of fire?
She remembered encountering an explosion while investigating a crime scene. Right now, she seemed extremely lucky to be alive. Nonetheless, if she stayed where she was, she would definitely be burned or smoked to death.
She struggled to get up from the ground, only to find that her clothes were not right, and her shirt and jeans had become complicated long skirts. She was stunned, and immediately looked around.
Although the fire in this place was big, it was obvious that she was not in the factory warehouse at the scene of the crime. Where am I? She asked herself, a little confused. However, since the fire was getting bigger and bigger, she decided now wasn't the right time to worry about all that. She needed to escape the fire first.
She looked around and finally found a place where the fire was smaller and crawled out. When approaching the door to the room, Zhao Ling was tripped by a loose piece of wood on the ground. As she was sprawling on the ground, a beam of the roof fell straight down and hit her on the head.
"Miss!" A horrified voice from outside the door came into her ears, and in the blur, she saw that the outside of the door was full of people, and several people were rushing towards her.
A pang of pain struck her and she lost consciousness.
When she woke up again, she opened her eyes and saw that she was on top of an old bed. She turned her head slightly to see antique furniture. She still couldn't believe her eyes, where was she?
"Miss, you're finally awake!" A pleasantly surprised voice came, and then there was a girl's joyful face, oval face, big eyes. She was beautiful and gratifying.
Green bamboo.
A name suddenly flashed in Zhao Ling's mind. Then memories flooded into her mind like a riptide.
Zhao Ling, the eldest daughter of the Jiang's Mansion in Jiang Dynasty. Her mother Zhao Su died when she was three years old. And later, her aunt Ming was taken by her father to become his regular wife. Since then, she had been gradually ignored, and had been living in obscurity until now. This year she was over eighteen years old.
*Soul crossing?* She asked herself in shock. Could it be that the explosion brought her soul into the body of the original owner who was also caught in the fire here? The original host's name was Zhao Ling. She was Zhao Ling too. Although with different characters, but still with the same pronunciation.
Zhao Ling didn't know whether to feel lucky or sad. Jiang Dynasty, it seems that she had also passed through an unknown dimension or portal to arrive here. For a person who didn't believe in such, it was a bit difficult to accept.
A woman in a brown garment came in from the door carrying a basin of water. She heard the call of green bamboo, and hurriedly took a few steps forward. Seeing Zhao Ling waking up, she was also very happy: "Miss, you woke up. This old slave was worried to death."
Mother Xu. Another flash of memory struck in Zhao Ling's mind. Luzhu was a close-knit maid who followed the original owner since she was a child. Mother Xu had also been serving the original owner of Zhao Long's body since the death of her mother.
When Zhao Ling felt the thick gauze tied to her face, and asked aloud: "My face...was burned?" When she said, she realized that even her voice was hoarse.
Lu Zhu heard it, and tears flowed down. Just looking at Zhao Ling, sobbing speechless brought pain to her. Grandma Jing clutched her hand, she just repeated her tears: "Miss, my poor lady!"
*It seemed that the injury was serious.* Zhao Ling thought dazedly and fell asleep again.
After a few days, she was in a state of half awake and half coma. She knew that Lu Zhu and Mother Xu had been waiting by her side, and that there was a doctor or, to be precise, a doctor in the Jiang dynasty who came every day to check on her, and change the dressing.
But she just couldn't lift up her spirits, she was groggy and wanted to sleep all the time.
It wasn't until a few days later that her spirit recovered a little bit, and she was able to sit up from the bed and eat some porridge and soup.
Leaning on the head of the bed, she looked at a bronze mirror and saw what she was like now. Although the ancient bronze mirror didn't look very clear, the face in the mirror was obviously different from her own.
It had small and exquisite features, skin that could be broken by the slightest scratch, and a long hair hanging down to the waist, except for the lower left part that was burned by the fire. And the scar on her cheek? It appeared this was a standard form of cultural beauty.
For the first time in so many days, she recognized reality for the first time. That was the fact that, she, Zhao Ling, really passed through a soul dimension or afterlife, separated from her own dead body.
From now on, she would be Zhao Ling, the eldest daughter of the Jiang Mansion.
Lu Zhu and Mother Xu, on the side, saw her staring in a daze at the mirror, and they couldn't help feeling sad for her. The beautiful face of the young lady was ruined. In the Jiang Dynasty, women valued their looks the most. Now that the young lady's face was ruined, what would she do in the future?
Mother Xu forced her tears back and comforted her: "Miss, it's okay, if you are all right. The wound on your face can be healed slowly in the future, and this old slave believes that it will be healed."
Green Bamboo nodded again and again.
Zhao Ling knew that they had misunderstood her. Obviously she didn't feel much about the ruined appearance, and she was more concerned about crossing this matter now. Since she could wear it here, maybe she still had a chance to wear it back.
But she didn't explain, she just handed them the mirror, and said, "It's okay, I don't care. The doctor today...didn't the doctor say it? It's not that the scar can't be cured."
"Miss, I'm happy you think so. This old slave is relieved." Mother Xu wiped away tears, her face showing a little relief.
Luzhu said with confidence. "Miss, your fortune and life is great. You're blessed by the spirit of heaven. I believe that the wound on your face will be healed soon and it will become as beautiful as before."
Zhao Ling smiled indifferently, and said to Luzhu: "Luzhu, I'm a little hungry, go get something to eat."
Green Bamboo nodded when she heard it, then turned and ran away.
Mother Xu poured a glass of water and carefully fed it to Zhao Ling. Zhao Ling looked at her and asked, "Mother Xu, do you have something to say?"
Mother Xu nodded and said: "Miss, this old slave thought about it after a few days, and believe things were not that trivial. I always felt that the fire was not right. Although the girl Luzhu sleeps heavily on weekdays, but the fire was not too soon or too late, it happened when this old slave went out of the house to visit relatives. I always think it was not a coincidence."
Zhao Ling agreed with Mother Xu. With her years of experience in forensic medicine, the fire encountered by the original owner of the body was not accidental.
It was just that Mother Xu and Lu Zhu didn't know that the young lady they had dedicated their lives to protect had actually died in the fire. Just like she too had died in that explosion in her home world.
Thinking of this, Zhao Ling felt sad for no reason. But she was not a sentimental person. As a leader in the forensic department, calm and rational was her label. She frowned for a while, and then told Mother Xu, "Mother Xu, you should let someone seal off the fire scene first... Well, that's the room that was on fire. No one is allowed to enter or leave. We will check it out tomorrow."
While talking, Lu Zhu had already walked in with a bowl of porridge. The steaming bird's nest porridge was moderately thick and fragrant, and Zhao Ling realized that she was really hungry. So she didn't care about being hot and started in eagerness.
After eating a few bites, there was a loud noise outside.
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Zhao Ling woke up to the feeling of a burning suffocation. It was as if she was drowning in a sea of smoke while her whole body was being tempered in a fiery furnace. The feeling was overwhelming.
After some minutes of great difficulty, she opened her eyes and realized that the whole area was all flames and filled with smoke. Was she in a sea of fire?
She remembered encountering an explosion while investigating a crime scene. Right now, she seemed extremely lucky to be alive. Nonetheless, if she stayed where she was, she would definitely be burned or smoked to death.
She struggled to get up from the ground, only to find that her clothes were not right, and her shirt and jeans had become complicated long skirts. She was stunned, and immediately looked around.
Although the fire in this place was big, it was obvious that she was not in the factory warehouse at the scene of the crime. Where am I? She asked herself, a little confused. However, since the fire was getting bigger and bigger, she decided now wasn't the right time to worry about all that. She needed to escape the fire first.
She looked around and finally found a place where the fire was smaller and crawled out. When approaching the door to the room, Zhao Ling was tripped by a loose piece of wood on the ground. As she was sprawling on the ground, a beam of the roof fell straight down and hit her on the head.
"Miss!" A horrified voice from outside the door came into her ears, and in the blur, she saw that the outside of the door was full of people, and several people were rushing towards her.
A pang of pain struck her and she lost consciousness.
When she woke up again, she opened her eyes and saw that she was on top of an old bed. She turned her head slightly to see antique furniture. She still couldn't believe her eyes, where was she?
"Miss, you're finally awake!" A pleasantly surprised voice came, and then there was a girl's joyful face, oval face, big eyes. She was beautiful and gratifying.
Green bamboo.
A name suddenly flashed in Zhao Ling's mind. Then memories flooded into her mind like a riptide.
Zhao Ling, the eldest daughter of the Jiang's Mansion in Jiang Dynasty. Her mother Zhao Su died when she was three years old. And later, her aunt Ming was taken by her father to become his regular wife. Since then, she had been gradually ignored, and had been living in obscurity until now. This year she was over eighteen years old.
*Soul crossing?* She asked herself in shock. Could it be that the explosion brought her soul into the body of the original owner who was also caught in the fire here? The original host's name was Zhao Ling. She was Zhao Ling too. Although with different characters, but still with the same pronunciation.
Zhao Ling didn't know whether to feel lucky or sad. Jiang Dynasty, it seems that she had also passed through an unknown dimension or portal to arrive here. For a person who didn't believe in such, it was a bit difficult to accept.
A woman in a brown garment came in from the door carrying a basin of water. She heard the call of green bamboo, and hurriedly took a few steps forward. Seeing Zhao Ling waking up, she was also very happy: "Miss, you woke up. This old slave was worried to death."
Mother Xu. Another flash of memory struck in Zhao Ling's mind. Luzhu was a close-knit maid who followed the original owner since she was a child. Mother Xu had also been serving the original owner of Zhao Long's body since the death of her mother.
When Zhao Ling felt the thick gauze tied to her face, and asked aloud: "My face...was burned?" When she said, she realized that even her voice was hoarse.
Lu Zhu heard it, and tears flowed down. Just looking at Zhao Ling, sobbing speechless brought pain to her. Grandma Jing clutched her hand, she just repeated her tears: "Miss, my poor lady!"
*It seemed that the injury was serious.* Zhao Ling thought dazedly and fell asleep again.
After a few days, she was in a state of half awake and half coma. She knew that Lu Zhu and Mother Xu had been waiting by her side, and that there was a doctor or, to be precise, a doctor in the Jiang dynasty who came every day to check on her, and change the dressing.
But she just couldn't lift up her spirits, she was groggy and wanted to sleep all the time.
It wasn't until a few days later that her spirit recovered a little bit, and she was able to sit up from the bed and eat some porridge and soup.
Leaning on the head of the bed, she looked at a bronze mirror and saw what she was like now. Although the ancient bronze mirror didn't look very clear, the face in the mirror was obviously different from her own.
It had small and exquisite features, skin that could be broken by the slightest scratch, and a long hair hanging down to the waist, except for the lower left part that was burned by the fire. And the scar on her cheek? It appeared this was a standard form of cultural beauty.
For the first time in so many days, she recognized reality for the first time. That was the fact that, she, Zhao Ling, really passed through a soul dimension or afterlife, separated from her own dead body.
From now on, she would be Zhao Ling, the eldest daughter of the Jiang Mansion.
Lu Zhu and Mother Xu, on the side, saw her staring in a daze at the mirror, and they couldn't help feeling sad for her. The beautiful face of the young lady was ruined. In the Jiang Dynasty, women valued their looks the most. Now that the young lady's face was ruined, what would she do in the future?
Mother Xu forced her tears back and comforted her: "Miss, it's okay, if you are all right. The wound on your face can be healed slowly in the future, and this old slave believes that it will be healed."
Green Bamboo nodded again and again.
Zhao Ling knew that they had misunderstood her. Obviously she didn't feel much about the ruined appearance, and she was more concerned about crossing this matter now. Since she could wear it here, maybe she still had a chance to wear it back.
But she didn't explain, she just handed them the mirror, and said, "It's okay, I don't care. The doctor today...didn't the doctor say it? It's not that the scar can't be cured."
"Miss, I'm happy you think so. This old slave is relieved." Mother Xu wiped away tears, her face showing a little relief.
Luzhu said with confidence. "Miss, your fortune and life is great. You're blessed by the spirit of heaven. I believe that the wound on your face will be healed soon and it will become as beautiful as before."
Zhao Ling smiled indifferently, and said to Luzhu: "Luzhu, I'm a little hungry, go get something to eat."
Green Bamboo nodded when she heard it, then turned and ran away.
Mother Xu poured a glass of water and carefully fed it to Zhao Ling. Zhao Ling looked at her and asked, "Mother Xu, do you have something to say?"
Mother Xu nodded and said: "Miss, this old slave thought about it after a few days, and believe things were not that trivial. I always felt that the fire was not right. Although the girl Luzhu sleeps heavily on weekdays, but the fire was not too soon or too late, it happened when this old slave went out of the house to visit relatives. I always think it was not a coincidence."
Zhao Ling agreed with Mother Xu. With her years of experience in forensic medicine, the fire encountered by the original owner of the body was not accidental.
It was just that Mother Xu and Lu Zhu didn't know that the young lady they had dedicated their lives to protect had actually died in the fire. Just like she too had died in that explosion in her home world.
Thinking of this, Zhao Ling felt sad for no reason. But she was not a sentimental person. As a leader in the forensic department, calm and rational was her label. She frowned for a while, and then told Mother Xu, "Mother Xu, you should let someone seal off the fire scene first... Well, that's the room that was on fire. No one is allowed to enter or leave. We will check it out tomorrow."
While talking, Lu Zhu had already walked in with a bowl of porridge. The steaming bird's nest porridge was moderately thick and fragrant, and Zhao Ling realized that she was really hungry. So she didn't care about being hot and started in eagerness.
After eating a few bites, there was a loud noise outside.
Zhao Ling woke up to the feeling of a burning suffocation. It was as if she was drowning in a sea of smoke while her whole body was being tempered in a fiery furnace. The feeling was overwhelming.After some minutes of great difficulty, she opened her eyes and realized that the whole area was all flames and filled with smoke. Was she in a sea of fire?She remembered encountering an explosion while investigating a crime scene. Right now, she seemed extremely lucky to be alive. Nonetheless, if she stayed where she was, she would definitely be burned or smoked to death.She struggled to get up from the ground, only to find that her clothes were not right, and her shirt and jeans had become complicated long skirts. She was stunned, and immediately looked around.Although the fire in this place was big, it was obvious that she was not in the factory warehouse at the scene of the crime. Where am I? She asked herself, a little confused. However, since the fire was getting bigger and bigger, she decided now wasn't the right time to worry about all that. She needed to escape the fire first.She looked around and finally found a place where the fire was smaller and crawled out. When approaching the door to the room, Zhao Ling was tripped by a loose piece of wood on the ground. As she was sprawling on the ground, a beam of the roof fell straight down and hit her on the head."Miss!" A horrified voice from outside the door came into her ears, and in the blur, she saw that the outside of the door was full of people, and several people were rushing towards her.A pang of pain struck her and she lost consciousness.When she woke up again, she opened her eyes and saw that she was on top of an old bed. She turned her head slightly to see antique furniture. She still couldn't believe her eyes, where was she?"Miss, you're finally awake!" A pleasantly surprised voice came, and then there was a girl's joyful face, oval face, big eyes. She was beautiful and gratifying.Green bamboo.A name suddenly flashed in Zhao Ling's mind. Then memories flooded into her mind like a riptide.Zhao Ling, the eldest daughter of the Jiang's Mansion in Jiang Dynasty. Her mother Zhao Su died when she was three years old. And later, her aunt Ming was taken by her father to become his regular wife. Since then, she had been gradually ignored, and had been living in obscurity until now. This year she was over eighteen years old.*Soul crossing?* She asked herself in shock. Could it be that the explosion brought her soul into the body of the original owner who was also caught in the fire here? The original host's name was Zhao Ling. She was Zhao Ling too. Although with different characters, but still with the same pronunciation.Zhao Ling didn't know whether to feel lucky or sad. Jiang Dynasty, it seems that she had also passed through an unknown dimension or portal to arrive here. For a person who didn't believe in such, it was a bit difficult to accept.A woman in a brown garment came in from the door carrying a basin of water. She heard the call of green bamboo, and hurriedly took a few steps forward. Seeing Zhao Ling waking up, she was also very happy: "Miss, you woke up. This old slave was worried to death."Mother Xu. Another flash of memory struck in Zhao Ling's mind. Luzhu was a close-knit maid who followed the original owner since she was a child. Mother Xu had also been serving the original owner of Zhao Long's body since the death of her mother.When Zhao Ling felt the thick gauze tied to her face, and asked aloud: "My face...was burned?" When she said, she realized that even her voice was hoarse.Lu Zhu heard it, and tears flowed down. Just looking at Zhao Ling, sobbing speechless brought pain to her. Grandma Jing clutched her hand, she just repeated her tears: "Miss, my poor lady!"*It seemed that the injury was serious.* Zhao Ling thought dazedly and fell asleep again.After a few days, she was in a state of half awake and half coma. She knew that Lu Zhu and Mother Xu had been waiting by her side, and that there was a doctor or, to be precise, a doctor in the Jiang dynasty who came every day to check on her, and change the dressing. But she just couldn't lift up her spirits, she was groggy and wanted to sleep all the time.It wasn't until a few days later that her spirit recovered a little bit, and she was able to sit up from the bed and eat some porridge and soup.Leaning on the head of the bed, she looked at a bronze mirror and saw what she was like now. Although the ancient bronze mirror didn't look very clear, the face in the mirror was obviously different from her own.It had small and exquisite features, skin that could be broken by the slightest scratch, and a long hair hanging down to the waist, except for the lower left part that was burned by the fire. And the scar on her cheek? It appeared this was a standard form of cultural beauty.For the first time in so many days, she recognized reality for the first time. That was the fact that, she, Zhao Ling, really passed through a soul dimension or afterlife, separated from her own dead body.From now on, she would be Zhao Ling, the eldest daughter of the Jiang Mansion.Lu Zhu and Mother Xu, on the side, saw her staring in a daze at the mirror, and they couldn't help feeling sad for her. The beautiful face of the young lady was ruined. In the Jiang Dynasty, women valued their looks the most. Now that the young lady's face was ruined, what would she do in the future?Mother Xu forced her tears back and comforted her: "Miss, it's okay, if you are all right. The wound on your face can be healed slowly in the future, and this old slave believes that it will be healed."Green Bamboo nodded again and again.Zhao Ling knew that they had misunderstood her. Obviously she didn't feel much about the ruined appearance, and she was more concerned about crossing this matter now. Since she could wear it here, maybe she still had a chance to wear it back. But she didn't explain, she just handed them the mirror, and said, "It's okay, I don't care. The doctor today...didn't the doctor say it? It's not that the scar can't be cured.""Miss, I'm happy you think so. This old slave is relieved." Mother Xu wiped away tears, her face showing a little relief.Luzhu said with confidence. "Miss, your fortune and life is great. You're blessed by the spirit of heaven. I believe that the wound on your face will be healed soon and it will become as beautiful as before."Zhao Ling smiled indifferently, and said to Luzhu: "Luzhu, I'm a little hungry, go get something to eat."Green Bamboo nodded when she heard it, then turned and ran away.Mother Xu poured a glass of water and carefully fed it to Zhao Ling. Zhao Ling looked at her and asked, "Mother Xu, do you have something to say?"Mother Xu nodded and said: "Miss, this old slave thought about it after a few days, and believe things were not that trivial. I always felt that the fire was not right. Although the girl Luzhu sleeps heavily on weekdays, but the fire was not too soon or too late, it happened when this old slave went out of the house to visit relatives. I always think it was not a coincidence."Zhao Ling agreed with Mother Xu. With her years of experience in forensic medicine, the fire encountered by the original owner of the body was not accidental.It was just that Mother Xu and Lu Zhu didn't know that the young lady they had dedicated their lives to protect had actually died in the fire. Just like she too had died in that explosion in her home world.Thinking of this, Zhao Ling felt sad for no reason. But she was not a sentimental person. As a leader in the forensic department, calm and rational was her label. She frowned for a while, and then told Mother Xu, "Mother Xu, you should let someone seal off the fire scene first... Well, that's the room that was on fire. No one is allowed to enter or leave. We will check it out tomorrow."While talking, Lu Zhu had already walked in with a bowl of porridge. The steaming bird's nest porridge was moderately thick and fragrant, and Zhao Ling realized that she was really hungry. So she didn't care about being hot and started in eagerness.After eating a few bites, there was a loud noise outside.
