Tang Dynasty: After living together with Chang Le, Li and his companion were dumbfounded.

2:17 a.m.

Lu Chen was jolted awake from his dream by a thunderous explosion.

He felt the entire rented room shaking.

It wasn't the shaking of an earthquake, but an indescribable tearing sensation, like something was pulling you to both sides.

"Hold!"

Lu Chen rolled off the bed and hit his head on the bedside table.

As he grimaced in pain, he witnessed the most absurd scene of his life—

His bedroom is splitting in two.

It wasn't the wall that collapsed, nor the ceiling that fell down.

It is space itself that is tearing apart.

An invisible line cut vertically from the ceiling to the floor, dividing his twelve-square-meter bedroom in two.

The one on the left is still his.

A computer desk, takeout boxes, a down jacket hanging on the back of a chair, and a half-empty can of Red Bull by the bedside.

right--

Rosewood carved bed.

Embroidered curtains.

Wisps of sandalwood smoke drifted from the bronze crane incense burner.

An entire antique-style bedroom appeared openly and grandly on the right side of his rented room.

Lu Chen was completely dumbfounded.

He squatted on the ground, his left hand still touching his swollen forehead, his mouth agape.

Am I still not awake?

He pinched his thigh hard.

pain.

That fucking hurts.

It's not a dream.

Just as Lu Chen's mind went blank, the curtains on the other side of the bedchamber were suddenly pulled open by a hand.

A face appeared in front of him.

To be precise, it was a face that made him forget to breathe for a moment.

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, and her eyes were like autumn water.

Her face was like solidified cream, and her lips like cherry petals.

This face is so exquisitely beautiful that it seems unreal, like someone who stepped out of an ancient painting.

The girl, around seventeen or eighteen years old, had her black hair cascading over her shoulders; she had clearly just woken up from a dream.

She was wearing a plain white nightgown, the collar slightly open, revealing a section of her fair neck.

The instant he saw Lu Chen—

The girl's eyes went from confusion to terror, and then from terror to sharpness.

She pulled out a dagger from somewhere, its cold light flashing as it pointed directly at Lu Chen.

"Who are you!"

"Why are you in my bedchamber?!"

His voice was clear and crisp, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

But there was also a hint of barely suppressed trembling.

Lu Chen raised his hands, took two steps back, and bumped his back against his computer desk.

His gaze moved from the tip of the dagger to the girl's face, and then to the magnificent bedroom behind her.

"Wait a moment."

He tried to calm his voice.

"Put the knife down first."

"How dare you! You scoundrel, how dare you order this princess around like that!" The girl pushed the dagger forward a few more times.

Fortunately, there were still two steps between them.

Moreover, Lu Chen noticed that although the girl was holding a dagger, her wrist was trembling slightly.

This doesn't seem like the behavior of someone who would use a dagger.

It's more like a frightened girl bluffing.

"My name is Lu Chen." He tried his best to make his voice sound non-threatening.

"This is my room. You suddenly appeared here; I didn't barge into your room."

He pointed to the invisible dividing line in the middle.

"Look, this is my computer, my bed, my clothes. I haven't stepped foot over there."

The girl's gaze followed his finger as it swept around.

A hint of doubt crept into his wary gaze.

She did notice—she had never seen anything like it before.

She didn't know what a "computer" was.

But the glaring light on the ceiling, the wall so smooth it reflected your image, and the oddly shaped furniture…

This is not from the Tang Dynasty.

The girl's expression changed, but she didn't lower the dagger.

Just then, her body suddenly stiffened.

"cough."

"Cough cough."

Two coughs escaped from deep in her throat.

She covered her mouth with her free hand, bent over slightly, and unconsciously shrank her shoulders.

It only lasted two sounds, and then it stopped quickly.

But Lu Chen saw it very clearly—

Her lips were slightly purple.

Her face was very pale, not just fair, but an unhealthy pallor.

Moreover, her breathing rate was faster than normal, and her chest heaved more than a normal person's.

Lu Chen silently memorized these details.

The girl suppressed a cough, straightened up, and looked at him coldly.

"If you dare to make the slightest move, this princess will ensure you die without a burial place."

After saying that, she retreated behind the curtain.

The moment the curtain was drawn, Lu Chen heard a third cough.

It was very light, as if it had been deliberately pressed down.

The bedroom became quiet.

Lu Chen sat alone on the floor, looking at the invisible dividing line in the middle of the room. The radiator on the left was blowing hot air, while the bedroom on the right was filled with a faint chill and the scent of sandalwood.

Two worlds.

And that's how they started arguing.

"Princess?"

He muttered to himself.

"The sleeping quarters?"

"A carved rosewood bed?"

Lu Chen's brain began to work at lightning speed.

She speaks Chinese, but with a unique accent and way of using words.

The self-designation "This Princess," coupled with the grandeur of that palace...

This is no ordinary family.

This is of royal palace level.

Lu Chen sat there, staring blankly at the figure vaguely visible behind the curtain, for a long time.

Then--

He heard another very soft cough.

She kept her voice very low, as if afraid he would hear her.

But he still heard it.

Lu Chen's brows furrowed slightly.

As dawn broke, Li Lizhi had completely lost her sleepiness.

She sat on her bed, holding a dagger, her eyes fixed on the direction of the curtains.

Beyond the curtained curtain lies a completely unfamiliar world.

There was also a completely unfamiliar man.

"Yu Shu!"

Li Lizhi called out in a low voice.

Hurried footsteps came from outside the main gate of the sleeping quarters.

"Your Highness!" Her personal maid, Yu Shu, pushed open the door and entered. "Are you alright? The ground was shaking just now—"

"Don't come any closer!"

Li Lizhi shouted sharply, stopping Yu Shu from approaching the bed.

"Go and summon the guards."

"Bring two people in."

Although Yu Shu didn't understand why, seeing Li Lizhi's tense expression, she immediately turned around and left.

Soon, two guards with swords entered the bedchamber.

"What are your orders, Your Highness?"

Li Lizhi pointed behind the curtain, "There's something unusual over there. Go check it out."

The two guards exchanged a glance, gripped their sword hilts, and walked around the curtain.

Then--

"Bang!"

The guard walking in front felt as if he had bumped into an invisible wall, and was bounced back.

"Bang!"

The second one is the same.

The two tried three times, and each time they reached the line in the middle of the bed, they were bounced back by an unseen force.

They couldn't even extend a single finger.

Li Lizhi's pupils suddenly contracted.

A lazy voice came from behind the curtain: "No need to try, you can't get through."

"I already tried it last night."

It was that man's voice.

He doesn't sound like a bad guy, he's even a bit... carefree?

Li Lizhi's unease deepened.

She waved for the guards to leave, instructing them, "No one is to spread this matter. After you leave, guard the bedchamber. No one is allowed to approach without my order."

"yes!"

The guards and Yu Shu withdrew.

The bedroom door closed, leaving Li Lizhi alone.

She took a deep breath, got up, walked to the curtain, and yanked it open.

Across the dividing line, a man named Lu Chen was sitting in a strange chair, holding a steaming cup in his hand, looking quite relaxed.

When he saw her come out, Lu Chen raised his glass to her.

"Good morning. Would you like a cup of hot water? It seems quite cold where you are."