Prince Consort Awakens, His Memory
編輯: Henyee Translations
The sky was bright and it was early in the morning in the Capital in October. The air was moist and cold.
The Prince Consort moved his body and slowly woke up from his sleep. He raised his slightly sore arm and pressed his throbbing forehead. He opened his eyes and looked at the top of the tent where the five-colored broken jade was hanging. He then lifted the curtain and looked at the ancient and elegant room. An unfamiliar feeling arose in his heart.
"This is…" He spoke in a hoarse voice.
Suddenly, a bright figure barged into his vision. She took the curtain that he had pushed aside and handed it to a maidservant at the side. The maidservant hung the curtain on the tent hook and the figure's owner sat down by the bed.
The Prince Consort subconsciously moved in to put some distance between them.
The Queen saw his reaction and smiled gently. "Don't be afraid, it's me."
"Who… are you?" The Prince Consort asked in shock.