Please control me, my divine being!

The Southern Capital of the Wu Dynasty, Jiang'an, the Prince Ning's Mansion.

With the help of her maids, Zhou Qing put on a light blue satin robe with python patterns, tied her hair up, stepped onto the bluestone path, walked around the pavilions and terraces, and arrived at the warm pavilion on the east side of the Prince's Mansion.

As winter deepened and the rain and snow brought a biting chill, the plum blossoms in front of the pavilion bloomed in a riot of color.

Zhou Qing walked through the fragrant flowers in the courtyard and pushed open the door.

Beneath the floor of the heated pavilion, there is a brick-built flue that extends all the way to the charcoal room in the small courtyard outside the pavilion.

The servants were burning silver frost charcoal in the charcoal room. The heat of the charcoal fire flowed into the flue, dispelling the winter chill and allowing Zhou Qing to move around indoors in her light silk robe without having to be wrapped up like a big dumpling.

Honestly.

Having grown up in modern society, Zhou Qing was naturally very unaccustomed to the world when she first transmigrated.

Once you get used to this special type of underfloor heating, you'll find it's much more comfortable than air conditioning—clean, tidy, odorless, and not stuffy.

The warm pavilion has a simple structure, divided into three parts: living room, bedroom and study.

The living room was filled with various trinkets, such as birdcages, cricket cages, and gambling equipment like dice cups.

The study has large bookshelves on three walls, with rows of neatly arranged linear books, and the fragrance of ink and paper wafts through the room.

These books were spotless and brand new, clearly never having been opened.

As a typical playboy, Zhou Qing's memories of his predecessor's actions perfectly matched his stereotypical impression of the word.

"You left so gracefully, leaving me to pay the debt."

Zhou Qing felt a headache coming on just looking at the room full of books.

Just then, Zheng Chi, the steward of the Prince's mansion, brought food with two servants.

Zheng Chi is over fifty years old, with slightly graying temples. He has been managing the Ning Prince's Mansion in Jiang'an for many years.

Seeing his young master pick up a book, he felt relieved, but couldn't help saying, "Young master, the prince said those things in anger, so you don't need to worry too much. Even if you're studying hard, you must take care of your health."

"Talking in anger? Knowing the old man's temper, if I don't master all these books when he comes back from the capital, I'll probably be locked up in the Prince's mansion for the rest of the time." Zhou Qing deliberately pretended to be annoyed.

The original owner's memories are still in her mind.

Despite the shortcomings, Zhou Qing always paid attention to his tone of voice and small habits in daily life to avoid arousing suspicion.

Zheng Chi wanted to say more, but Zhou Qing interrupted him impatiently: "Alright, alright, put the food on the table and leave now. Remember what I told you, if you find anything fun, interesting, or any strange or unusual people, bring them to me."

"Yes, young master."

Zheng Chi respectfully acknowledged the order and left with his men.

Once he was alone in the room, Zhou Qing breathed a sigh of relief. His gaze fell upon the books filling the room, and he sighed inwardly: The original owner of this body grew up in the capital and had recently committed some mistake, which led to him being sent back to the Prince's mansion in Jiang'an by the Prince of Ning.

Jiang'an was no less prosperous than Sili, the capital.

Being far from the center of imperial power, without the childhood friends and acquaintances, and having to memorize all the books in the house, could be considered a form of confinement.

As for why the previous incarnation made a mistake and why he died, that memory is completely blurred.

"In an ancient agrarian dynasty, my current status means I don't have to worry about food and clothing. The only question is whether cultivators, or supernatural powers, exist in this world."

Since time travel had already happened, Zhou Qing felt that these things were not impossible.

This is extremely important for future planning.

If nothing supernatural or mysterious happens, he'll just lie low for the rest of his life, wait for his cheap father to pass down the throne and inherit the family fortune, and live the life of a carefree prince who eats, drinks, and has fun.

If so, then you need to carefully plan your life afterward.

Secular rights are far too weak in the face of extraordinary power.

"The experts and eccentrics we've found recently are all charlatans, and as for those strange legends, they're just baseless rumors."

Zhou Qing shook his head.

In the original owner's memories from childhood to adulthood, she had never come into contact with anyone extraordinary, let alone ordinary people.

This is too abstract a concept; we can only search for it gradually.

Let's first read through these books and learn about the world along the way.

Otherwise, once Prince Ning returns from the capital, he might easily expose his true colors.

Besides the classics and collections, there were also many miscellaneous books on the bookshelf. Zhou Qing randomly picked one out.

Accustomed to the entertainment of the information age, he was bored every day in this dull ancient world, and reading was one of the few ways to pass the time.

Among the common forms of entertainment for playboys, reciting poetry and enjoying the scenery on a boat were too elegant, while gambling, hunting, and drinking in brothels were too vulgar.

Keeping dogs, fighting cocks, and playing with crickets are utterly boring.

It might be somewhat interesting at first.

But after playing for a while and getting tired of it, you'll find that playing video games is still more fun.

"What a pity, we can't play it anymore."

Zhou Qing opened the book of strange tales in his hand.

Before he could even finish the first page, he noticed that the words on the book were beginning to distort, like tiny tadpoles crawling and wriggling across the pages, eventually forming entirely new lines of text.

Zhou Qing's hand trembled, and he put down the book, his expression one of surprise and doubt.

After a moment, having calmed down, he quickly pulled a second book from the bookshelf.

The situation is the same as before.

He frowned and continued reading.

"The setting sun of the old world is swallowed by the mountains, and the gates of the sealed world are opened once more."

"Stranger, you have set foot on this ancient land."

"Evil spirits and demons have not gone away, and natural disasters and man-made calamities are still raging. You open your eyes and find yourself as an impoverished girl, surrounded by hunger, cold, and oppression. You need to find a way to survive in this difficult world."

Click "Start Game" to enter a bizarre and wonderful world and explore to your heart's content!

game?

Zhou Qing rubbed his eyes; the text remained unchanged.

The whole book is like a screen displaying a game interface, except that it has no color and the interface is retro.

Snapped.

Zhou Qing closed the book and summoned a literate servant.

But in the other person's eyes, this is just an ordinary book of supernatural tales, and only they can see the game text!

Close the door to the warm chamber.

Zhou Qing's gaze returned to the book.

As the initial shock subsided, Zhou Qing accepted the situation: this was his cheat system! The cheat system he possessed after transmigrating to this ancient world!

It's not a skill point system, nor is it some kind of simulator with infinite resurrections.

It is a word game that can appear on any written medium and cannot bring itself extraordinary power.

It seems that its biggest use right now is to relieve boredom.

Zhou Qing didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a moment.

My cheat ability has been awakened, and the effect is that I can play games anytime, anywhere?

However, I happen to need something to pass the time.

As attention focuses,

Under the "Start Game" option, a simple line drawing composed of black and white lines gradually emerges, appearing lifelike.

It was a ragged, thin girl, who must be her game character.

Zhou Qing had played many text-based games before. Most of them focused on plot and exploration, and the production was very simple. It was common for them to not have any illustrations, and the characters' images were all imagined.

Games loaded with cheat codes look to be of much higher quality; at least you can roughly see the characters' appearances.

Unable to resist the urge to play, Zhou Qing immediately selected "Start Game".