He transmigrated into a worse world than his previous

A young man laid on a white hospital bed with hundreds of wires connected to his head. His face had lost its color, and his eyes were empty. His dark eyeballs darted from every corner of the room. The white walls, white drawers by the side of the white bed, and the beautiful landscape pictures hung on the wall. The man on the bed breathed heavily, suddenly the machine went 'beep'. And the man stopped breathing. . . . . . On a king sized bed lay a frail young teenager. He moved uncomfortably on the bed which was so comfortable. His eyes suddenly shot open, and his amber pupils dilated. He raised his head, and looked around. Confusion was vividly written on his face, and he looked around curiously. He raised the duvet, and scampered out of the bed. The room was covered in sea blue wallpapers. It was so neat, and orderly. On the desk was an orderly pile of books, and writing materials. The floor was covered in sky blue tiles, and night blue stipes crossed over the tiles. Everything was a sight to behold.... Except everything felt so foreign to the young man. He remembered nothing except looking at the face of the cold emperor before closing his eyes, and drifting into an eternal sleep. "Am I in hell?" He muttered, but was stunned by his own voice. His voice was usually quite manly, but now was very girly. He checked himself, and was quite relieved he wasn't a female. Even his words weren't the usual Mandarin he knew. He climbed up the bed again, and stood on it. He jumped on it a few times, and came back down. The beds he remembered weren't as big, and soft as this. "Guess, I'm in heaven then," he said to himself, and walked to the mirror by the wall in a corner. He took a glance at the mirror, and was blinded by his own beauty. He had mid back length, black hair. His eyes were a deep shade of crimson red, and amber green. His face was a little flushed from confusing, and thick long bangs completely covered his left eye. His skin was milky white, but he was too thin. He wasn't as tall as he remembered, and wasn't as beautiful either. So, it only meant one thing. His soul had been swapped. He had heard about this before, and it was said to be a myth. He was lucky it happened to him. In his previous life, his name was Yu Sifeng. He was the last son of the general of the imperial army, Yu Shijing. All his life, he lived in luxury, happiness, and comfort. Until, he met his unlucky fate. The day he was informed about the arranged marriage was the day his life drastically changed. The day he was born, he had been arranged to marry the emperor on his seventeenth birthday. He was devastated when he heard the news. He wanted to live alone, and not worry about the outside world. But, all his hopes, and dreams came crashing down. He tried killing himself before the marriage, but all his efforts proved futile, and he was helpless. After marrying the emperor, he decided to lock himself up, and not fulfill any concubine duties. But, fate has its way of completing itself. He was continuously framed for things he didn't do, and one day, he met his cruel fate. He was massacred by the emperor himself, and he actually was happy. He wanted to die peacefully, and didn't want to suffer anymore. He pleaded to the heavens to make do another chance for him. In which he'll have nothing to worry about, and live peacefully without a care in the world. He thought it was just a silly wish, but....