Chap 9
561 Words
At this moment, staring at the scene before me, I had no more doubts — I had truly transmigrated.
On the towering city gate were two bold characters: “DE DO” — the Imperial Capital. Well then, guess I’ve arrived in the capital.
And it sure lived up to its name. The place was bustling — street vendors lined both sides of the road, calling out to passersby, while carriages and crowds moved in a constant flow.
Looks like the folks here live pretty well.
Oddly enough, I didn’t feel as out of place as I thought I would. I accepted this old-timey, low-tech world a little too easily... like I’d been here before in a dream or something.
My stomach chose that moment to grumble loudly. I reached into my pocket — empty. Not a single coin to my name.
Who exactly was the original owner of this body? Why on earth was she drifting by Yen Lac Lake in the outskirts?
I vaguely remembered Duu Liu Uyen saying I was dressed like a maid from Princess Le Duong’s residence. So… was I really a maid?
That guess didn’t take long to confirm. Just as I was standing in front of a steamed bun shop, practically drooling, two guys who looked like household servants suddenly grabbed my arms.
“A Bao! Why’d you run off here? Steward Kieu’s still waiting for you up ahead!” they shouted.
A Bao? Are they calling me?
Before I could say a word, they dragged me along. We turned down two streets and stopped in front of a teahouse, where a young man — presumably Steward Kieu — was waiting.
He looked rather refined: elegant features, gentle face. But between his brows was a sharp, stern aura that made him look anything but friendly.
Next to him stood a young girl in maid attire — delicate brows, almond-shaped eyes, cherry lips — she gave off an air of mischief.
Steward Kieu glanced at my dripping-wet clothes and asked, rather impatiently, “What happened to you?”
I looked around at all of them. With no money, no place to go, and clearly no better options, I figured I might as well put my acting skills to use. Maybe I could land a hot meal and sort out the rest later.
I quickly made up my mind and replied with a pitiful expression, “I was attacked by some thugs. They knocked me out and tossed me into Yen Lac Lake. When I came to, my head was foggy, and I couldn’t remember the way back — that’s why I took so long.”
“You were attacked?” Steward Kieu’s eyes narrowed sharply, making me instinctively shrink back.
I nodded earnestly. “Yes. They hit me on the head… and I lost my memory.”
“Lost your memory?” they all gasped, staring at me wide-eyed.
I nodded again, with utmost sincerity. “I don’t know who any of you are. Honestly, I don’t even know who I am.”
“…”
They all fell silent, looking at me like I’d grown another head.
But I was fully committed. Faking amnesia — classic move in any transmigration drama. It always works.
At this point, I had no choice but to stick to the path well-trodden by countless transmigrated heroines before me.
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