MCUS Chapter 2

“Second Young Master… doctor… yesterday…”

In the midst of his slumber, Yan Ge kept hearing voices of several people incessantly chattering by his ear. It was vexing and it made his head throb with pain. He struggled to wake up from his dream, closing his eyes and rubbing his temple. “If you continue to make noise, my head will explode.”

The room fell silent for a few seconds, then a tender and joyful female voice exclaimed, “Second Young Master, you’re finally awake!”

Immediately, a few more voices chimed in, repeatedly calling out, “Great news! Second Young Master is awake!” Then the footsteps of several individuals hurriedly faded away.

Yan Ge found those voices unfamiliar, but his head still ached severely, so he paid no attention. He laboriously sat up, supporting his head with one hand, and asked, “What happened to me?”

The voice that spoke first replied, “Second Young Master, have you forgotten? You fell into the water and have been ill for several days. The doctors said it might not end well. Fortunately, heaven blessed us, and you’ve finally regained consciousness.”

Yan Ge thought he must have misheard, and he repeated dazedly, “Fell into the water?”

A delicate hand of a young woman reached over to tuck in his blanket.

“Yes.”

Yan Ge became slightly more alert, opening his eyes to see the floral blanket covering him. His eyebrows raised.

Who gave him such a tacky blanket?

He turned his head towards the person speaking and was taken aback. Who was this little girl? Slender eyebrows, round eyes, round face, probably only fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in ancient maid attire, with two buns on her head resembling ram horns, she tilted her head to look at him with worry and concern.

He surveyed his surroundings, the hanging curtains, the round table with embroidered fabric, the vermilion carved beams, and it completely baffled him: Where was this? He clearly fainted after hitting the television, and even if he didn’t wake up at home, it should have been in a hospital. Why was it in this strange place?

“Second Young Master, are you still feeling unwell? Qiu Xi has gone to fetch the medicine.” The maid’s large eyes were filled with worry.

Yan Ge suddenly remembered a time-travel palace intrigue drama that he watched with Lu Yanyan, and his temples throbbed. It couldn’t be true. He couldn’t have traveled through time. Time travel wasn’t something you can do just because you want to; it’s not as simple as bumping into a television.

He attempted to get up but felt weak all over, and it wouldn’t be appropriate to ask a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl to support him, so he gave up and carefully examined the furnishings in the room, becoming increasingly alarmed.

“Second Young Master? What’s wrong with you?” The maid approached, feeling at a loss.

Yan Ge glanced at her and waved his hand. The more he said, the more mistakes he would make. Given the current situation, it would be best for him to adapt to the changes. Thanks to watching those few episodes of the protagonist just after he traveled through time, he knew pretending to have amnesia was the best option. He quickly calmed down, covered his head, and spoke in a pained voice.

“My head hurts terribly, and I can’t remember anything. Why is it like this?”

“What?” The maid’s face turned pale, and she rushed out of the room, calling out urgently, “Doctor! Doctor…”

As the commotion outside subsided, Yan Ge listened intently. He leaped off the bed, his knees almost buckling, and after steadying himself, he went straight for the dressing table.

At first glance in the mirror, he saw a man with ridiculously long hair. He reached out and gave it a firm tug, causing a sharp pain that made him grit his teeth.

The hair was real!

He slumped onto a round stool, hanging his head with a sense of bewilderment. He had truly transmigrated. How could this be? Was the phenomenon of soul transmigration actually real? Did that mean his twenty-first-century self had died? Would that person know of his death? Would they feel even the slightest hint of sorrow or nostalgia over his demise? Why did the transmigration occur at this moment? Even if it was predestined to happen, why not after he had confessed his love to that person? He had loved him for three years.

“Yan Ge! Ge’er!”

A gentle and melodious female voice accompanied by urgent yet gentle footsteps reached Yan Ge’s ears.

This name coincided with his own. He snapped out of his daze and saw an elegant lady wearing a embroidered silk dress swiftly approaching, her face filled with concern.

The lady appeared to be around forty years old, with a dignified and extraordinary appearance. Two other women followed behind her—a young maid of around fifteen or sixteen years old, with a melon seed face, and another woman in her thirties, her hair elegantly pinned up in the style of a married woman.

“My son, why have you gotten up? Quickly lie back on the bed. Don’t worry, the doctor will be here soon.”

Yan Ge couldn’t utter the word “mother” for a moment and followed the lady’s supportive gesture as he sat back on the bed.

“Poor child, what’s bothering you? Qiu Xi said you had a headache and couldn’t remember anything.”

Yan Ge nodded, his brows furrowing with discomfort. He replied, “Whenever I think of things, I get a terrible headache…”

Madam Yan’s expression grew even more anxious as she hurriedly asked, “Do you remember anything about being a xiunan? The xiunan and xiunu selection is just a few days away!”

“What! Xiunan selection?” Yan Ge was so startled that he nearly choked on his own saliva.

“Yes,” Madam Yan looked tense, “This selection carries great importance, and there must not be the slightest mistake. You truly don’t remember anything at all?”

Xiunan selection… xiunan… xiu…

Yan Ge’s world spun before him. Maybe he should just crash into something again! Perhaps another collision would send him back.

He spotted a crimson pillar not far away, lunged towards it, and collided head-on, even the position of impact matching exactly where he had hit the television before.

With a resounding “thud,” his head buzzed, and he weakly fell to the ground in pain, with golden stars dancing before his eyes.

He understood, truly understood. This Yan Ge must have jumped into the water to commit suicide in order to evade the selection.

“Ge’er!” Madam Yan hurried to support him, sternly reprimanding the maid beside her, “Why haven’t you quickly assisted Second Young Master back to the bed?”