Chapter 1

Pain, intense pain surged through him, and Liu Bian felt as if his soul was being torn apart.

After an unknown amount of time, Liu Bian gradually became numb to the pain, which slowly faded away.

"Water, I need water!"

A hoarse voice echoed, and Liu Bian felt as if his throat was being scorched by fire.

In a daze, Liu Bian heard a rustling sound beside him. Soon, a fragrant aroma wafted over, and Liu Bian felt something lifting his head. A gentle stream flowed into his throat, finally easing the intense burning sensation.

Liu Bian fell into a deep sleep once again.

In the city of Luoyang, in a grand hall of the Northern Palace!

Liu Bian slowly opened his eyes, propped himself up, and looked around. Seeing the unfamiliar grand hall, a hint of bewilderment flashed in his eyes.

"Where am I?" A slightly childish voice echoed.

"My voice?" Liu Bian looked at his hands in shock. Why are they so small? These tender, small hands clearly belong to a child of only twelve or thirteen years old.

Seeing the golden silk quilt covering him and the lavishly decorated grand hall, Liu Bian felt a wave of panic. What is going on here?

"Your Majesty, you are awake?"

A gentle voice sounded, and a woman of about fifteen years old walked to the bedside, holding a bowl in her hands, approaching slowly.

Though only fifteen, her hair was already high and neatly tied with a phoenix hairpin. Dressed in a splendid palace gown, her face was slightly immature, yet she was a rare beauty. However, there was a faint trace of sorrow in her brows.

"Your Majesty, you have been unconscious for three days, scaring me to death! May the ancestors bless you, you are finally awake, and may heaven protect the Han dynasty!" The palace lady sat down by the bed, looking at the seated Liu Bian, and said joyfully.

Liu Bian's eyes were filled with shock and uncertainty. The Han dynasty? Your Majesty, may the ancestors bless you?

Have I traveled through time? Liu Bian looked around again. The grand hall was filled with ancient-style decorations, and the woman before him. Liu Bian felt a sense of detachment.

As a history major at a university, Liu Bian immediately recognized the scene before him. The decorative style was not fake; though new, it was indeed from ancient times.

He looked at his tender, small hands again. Have I really traveled through time? And to the body of the Han emperor?

Is it the Western Han or the Eastern Han? If it's the Western Han, it would be better. If it's the Eastern Han, with the interference of the empress dowager and the eunuchs, it would be troublesome.

The palace lady watched Liu Bian's actions as if she was already accustomed to them. She picked up the bowl and a spoon, stirred the contents a few times, and the rich aroma of rice porridge filled the air.

Liu Bian's throat twitched.

"Your Majesty, you must be hungry after being unconscious for three days. Let me feed you!" The palace lady said softly.

"No need, I can do it myself!" Liu Bian took the bowl from the palace lady, not even bothering with the spoon, and directly lifted the bowl to his mouth, pouring the contents down his throat.

The palace lady was taken aback, then sighed, "Sigh, those eunuchs are truly despicable, killing General He and even holding the emperor hostage. And Dong Zhuo, claiming to be aiding the emperor, actually brought troops into the capital. Your Majesty's health was already poor, and being frightened like this..."

Smack!

Liu Bian's bowl fell to the ground, his hand frozen, and the words of the palace lady echoed in his mind.

General He was killed? Dong Zhuo brought troops into the capital?

This news struck Liu Bian like a bolt of lightning.

So, am I the young emperor of Han, who ruled for only a few months before being deposed by Dong Zhuo and later poisoned by Li Ru?

Is this the chaotic era of the late Han and the Three Kingdoms, where human life is cheaper than a dog's, and people even exchange their children for food?

Liu Bian, no, Liu Bian, felt a chill run through his body, and a wave of panic rose in his heart.

Heaven, if you were going to let me travel through time, why did you send me to Liu Bian's body?

Even if I were in Liu Bian's body, why did you send me here? Now, Liu Bian has nothing but the imperial throne.

If it were a few years earlier, when Emperor Ling, my adoptive father, was still alive, I might have had a chance to be a happy emperor. But now, what can I do?

I am facing Dong Zhuo, the great demon!

Liu Bian fell into deep panic.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong? Don't be afraid, I will always be by your side!" The palace lady quickly embraced Liu Bian, waking him from his panic.

A bitter smile flashed across Liu Bian's lips. If it were before, he would have been tempted by the young girl before him, but now, with Dong Zhuo looming over him, he had no interest.

"I'm fine, you can go now. I want to rest alone!" Liu Bian's hoarse voice echoed.

"Your Majesty?" Empress Tang Wan asked worriedly.

"I'm fine, you can go now!" Liu Bian shook his head.

Tang Wan slowly walked out of the grand hall, her face filled with worry.

When the late emperor was alive, he always said that the emperor was frivolous and lacked dignity, unsuitable for the throne. Now that the emperor has ascended, General He has been killed by the eunuchs, leaving him without support.

Dong Zhuo, under the guise of aiding the emperor, has brought troops into the capital and gradually seized power, with the intention of deposing the emperor. What can be done now?

Tang Wan looked at the sky of Luoyang, sensing that a storm was about to come.

...

Looking at the youthful and tender face in the bronze mirror, Liu Bian couldn't help but smile bitterly.

It had been three days since he woke up. During these three days, Liu Bian had stayed in the grand hall, only interacting with Tang Wan.

In these three days, Liu Bian's soul had finally adapted to the new body and had merged with Liu Bian's memories. He was now truly Liu Bian.

After the memory fusion, Liu Bian confirmed that he had indeed traveled through time, to the body of this emperor of the end times.

His predecessor, due to being held hostage by the Ten Attendants, had been frightened to death, and the soul of Liu Bian, a history major from a prestigious university in the 21st century, had taken over.

Due to a car accident, Liu Bian had come to this era. Fortunately, he had no ties in the 21st century, having grown up in an orphanage, so he had little attachment to it.

Coming to this era of the late Han, Liu Bian felt both panic and excitement.

This era had villains like Cao Cao, the righteous Guan Yu, and the valiant Zhao Yun. The thought of possibly contending for the world with these people filled Liu Bian with excitement.

However, the immediate concern was how to survive under Dong Zhuo, and even retain his imperial throne.

In this era of the late Han, the Liu family was the legitimate lineage. Just look at how Liu Bei, relying on the name of the Prince of Zhongshan, gathered a large number of talents.

But how could he, facing Dong Zhuo, the great demon, secure a place in this era of the late Han?

Liu Bian fell into deep thought.

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