Governor of Yi Province

"I better pull everyone back to Hulao Gate..."

Li Xian groaned as he moved his cursor to pull his neighbouring soldiers to Hulao Gate. Playing the Three Kingdoms on the hardest difficulty was wrecking him.

Worst of all, he was playing as Dong Zhuo and the coalition forces crushed the soldiers he sent to attempt and defeat them in open battle. At the same time, the people under his rule were discontent and his farmlands weren't able to support him deploying even more soldiers from Chang An to the frontlines without causing starvation among his own soldiers.

"Should I just stall them and withdraw from Luoyang? I can see why he did it..."

Li Xian sighed and took a glance at the time at the bottom right of the screen. He had part-time work tomorrow and cashiers did not get to sit.

Saving the game, Li Xian moved to his bed and laid on it after drinking some water.

As his eyes turned heavier, he let out a sigh and closed them, looking forward to another day of earning money in the most laborious way possible.

I want to earn more money soon...

Those were Li Xian's last thoughts before the scent of a breeze tickled his nose. The bed he was on, felt tough and the pillow felt like stone.

"Mhm...?"

Li Xian's eyes opened as he felt the sun's rays upon his face. Wasn't it a bit too soon? Did he already fall asleep for that fast?

Birds chirping, the smell of a breeze...

The morning bell. Time to awaken? Is there morning court today?

Wait. Morning court?

Li Xian felt a surge of memories, from another life. Another life, one of a man that wanted to do his best for his subjects but a crumbling empire threatened to derail. His charge as the Governor of Yi Province...

An intense pain gripped Li Xian's head as he cried out in pain and as he rolled out of bed and onto solid rock ground, he caught sight of the view he was in. The room contained furniture that would belong to a Chinese period drama on television, along with paper doors that seemed to have been lifted from the old homes in China that he had often seen on documentaries.

There were panicked cries coming from outside the door as a stampede of footsteps that seemed to be clanking in metallic noises rushed to the room.

The paper door flung open as Li Xian's eyes started to clear up as the pain subsided.

In stepped three men in leather armour, holding spears as they rushed to his side.

"My lord, my lord!"

Their faces were panicked as they shouted for a physician.

"I'm fine... I'm fine..."

Li Xian took in his environment as well as picked his brain for knowledge. He was a servant of the Han Dynasty and his name was...

"I'm..." Li Xian gulped as the name popped up.

Liu Zhang.

The Liu Zhang that surrendered to Liu Bei? The Liu Zhang that ruled over Yi Province before that? The Liu Zhang that executed all of Zhang Lu's family?

Why was Li Xian in him?

"I came at once, my lord. Please assist him to bed." The physician who carried a medicinal box on his shoulders entered, smelling faintly of herbs. Li Xian, who no longer had energy after the revelation, silently let him take his pulse.

The soldiers, who looked like they could not be older than 20 watched nervously as the physician closed his eyes to concentrate on the pulse.

After a few moments, the physician withdrew his hand and placed his hands together in a sign of respect and bowed.

"My lord, I am happy to say you are in good health. It could be a sign of stress earlier on."

Li Xian was not even listening. His eyes scanned the pillars of the manor that was visible from inside his room. The wooden windows and doors, the stone flooring and his silken bed and the weapons that belonged to his guards as well as the servant girls crowding outside his doors.

Was he stuck here? Was he going to be okay? Thousands of thoughts ran through his mind.

However, from the darkness in is head, a voice that sounded so familiar to him faintly whispered.

"My poor people... Protect them..."