Chapter 2: Wedding Night?
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Hearing Old He’s words, Meng Tianchu froze for a moment, then sat up abruptly. He looked around at the people surrounding him, their strange ancient garments making him even more confused. Stammering, he asked, “You… you… I… I…”
Why did he act this way? Because this Meng Tianchu was no longer the same person.
In his original life, he was a forensic scientist with a city’s criminal investigation team in the modern era. That day, his team was dispatched to investigate an unidentified corpse discovered in the mountains. Carrying his forensic equipment kit, he followed the team. Feeling an urgent need, he stepped off the path into the bushes to relieve himself. Suddenly, a silent white light descended from the sky, instantly enveloping him and his kit.
He felt his surroundings spin rapidly as if the world was rotating around him at breakneck speed. Then, with a loud bang, everything went dark.
When he woke up, he found himself lying in this back garden, surrounded by men and women dressed in peculiar ancient robes.
His mind raced with bizarre yet thrilling concepts: time travel? A space-time tunnel? Relativity? Time travel?
But something seemed off. If he had truly traveled through time, why wasn’t he still wearing his police uniform? Instead, he was now dressed in a long robe. Furthermore, these people seemed to recognize him and treated him rather kindly. An elderly man nearby even called him “Young Master.” Could he be a wealthy nobleman?
How could these people possibly recognize him? Either his appearance closely resembled their “young master,” or… his soul had taken over someone else’s body!
Soul transfer? Old He had mentioned earlier that they thought he was dead. It seemed likely that the original owner of this body had indeed died, and now he was occupying it.
No, that couldn’t be right. Ghosts didn’t exist. After all, he had been an active member of the Communist Party and a firm believer in Marxism, a staunch atheist.
If there were no ghosts, then what could explain this situation? Time travel or soul transfer? He remembered a science fiction movie he once watched where a time machine disassembled a person’s molecular structure to transport them through time and reassembled them in another era. Could this be something similar?
His guess was close. As he relieved himself, a UFO passing Earth experienced a malfunction, accidentally opening a space-time tunnel. This tunnel hit both him and his forensic kit, transporting the kit entirely into another era. As for him, the machine only swapped his brain with that of the original Meng Tianchu, who had just died from sudden cardiac arrest during a tryst.
Thus, the ancient young master’s body remained, but his brain was now replaced by the forensic scientist’s. It wasn’t traditional reincarnation or complete time travel; it was a case of his brain journeying through time to replace that of the ancient young master.
The aliens, having realized their error, couldn’t be bothered to intervene and simply left in their UFO. As a result, no matter how hard Meng Tianchu thought about it, he couldn’t fully comprehend what had happened.
Xiahou Hong looked at him with concern and asked, “Tianchu, are you alright? Do you need a physician?”
Bewildered and unsure of what to do, Meng Tianchu got up abruptly. Glancing at his disheveled robe, he was filled with surprise. Tianchu? My name is Tianchu? But what’s my surname? This man addressing me as ‘young master’ seems like a character from a historical drama. Who is he?
Still caught up in his chaotic thoughts, Meng Tianchu decided to play it safe. Better keep quiet for now until I figure out what’s going on. I don’t want to end up as an exhibit for some ancient villagers. After moving his arms and legs to test them, he smiled awkwardly and said, “I… I’m fine…” Though his lips formed a smile, it was a forced one, as he was still reeling from the shock of his time-traveling experience.
Xiahou Hong noticed his odd expression and assumed it was due to embarrassment over his indiscretion. Seeing him get up and move around without issue, Xiahou Hong smiled and said, “As long as you’re alright! Old He, Feiyan, quickly escort the young master back to his quarters. If anything else happens, I’ll hold you accountable!”
Just then, a group of servants hurried over, reporting in alarm, “Master, we found a flat, heavy box in the back garden. We have no idea where it came from!”
“A flat box? Is it white and portable?” Meng Tianchu interjected hastily.
“Yes, Young Master.”
“That… that belongs to me. It was… a gift from a friend. Quickly, bring it to me!” He stammered. The box contained his forensic equipment, tools, and reagents. Considering he had no idea which era he was in, he couldn’t afford to lose it.
Xiahou Hong frowned at the mention of the box but decided to say nothing, merely waving his hand and turning away with a snort. His wife followed him.
Feiyan, however, scowled at Meng Tianchu and said icily, “Young Master, return to the bridal chamber.”
Still somewhat dazed, Meng Tianchu didn’t register her words. Feiyan raised her voice, “Hey! Meng Tianchu! Are you going or not?”
Meng Tianchu? My surname is Meng? So my full name is Meng Tianchu? Not bad—it works. Since I’ve inherited this body and his household, I’ll stick with the name.
“Where… where to?” he asked Feiyan.
“The bridal chamber, of course! Stop playing dumb!” she retorted with a sneer.
“The bridal chamber?” Meng Tianchu’s mood immediately lifted. Could it be? Did I land myself in a wedding night right after traveling through time? Amazing luck!
He eagerly asked, “With whom? Is it… us?”
Feiyan glared at him. “In your dreams! Get moving before I leave without you!”
“Yes, yes!” Meng Tianchu hurriedly agreed, overjoyed. As the servants brought his forensic kit to him, he handed it to Old He, instructing him to keep it safe, and quickly followed Feiyan, who led the way with a lantern.
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