Chapter 1: Did I Sleep with the Duke's Granddaughter?
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Excruciating pain.
A tearing agony engulfed his entire body.
Zhao Yi abruptly opened his eyes, his head buzzing. Before he could grasp the situation, he saw a middle-aged man dressed in traditional attire, his face twisted with rage, wielding a wooden club as thick as an arm, charging fiercely toward him.
“What the hell! Are they serious?”
Without hesitation, Zhao Yi bolted.
What kind of production was this? Such dedication from the extras?
He scrambled desperately through the antiquated courtyard, dodging the deadly club, while cursing over his shoulder.
“Who the hell are you? Are you crazy? Damn idiot!”
The word “idiot” echoed like thunder.
The entire courtyard instantly fell into complete silence.
All the servants who had been chasing, pulling, or trying to intervene froze in place, as if immobilized by a spell, their eyes wide and jaws nearly dropping.
The man holding the club abruptly halted as well, his burly frame trembling with rage.
The wooden club clattered to the ground as he raised a finger to point at Zhao Yi’s nose, lips quivering, unable to utter a word for a long time.
“You… you…”
“What about me?” Zhao Yi leaned against the wall, gasping, his modern temper flaring. “Why are you crazy so early in the morning? Disturbing people’s peace and getting physical—sounds like you’re the one with the problem!”
“You unfilial son!”
The middle-aged man finally roared, his voice booming like thunder, making ears ache.
“I am your father! Zhao Zhao, Minister of War!”
“Today… today I will kill you, you shameless beast!”
Zhao Zhao’s eyes burned red with fury, resembling a berserk tiger.
He had slept with the granddaughter of Duke An’guo!
Chu Yanran!
Duke An’guo Chu Feng was a loyal and heroic figure; his son Chu Lie sacrificed his life on the battlefield for the nation. Now, only this precious granddaughter remained, cherished by the entire family.
And now, everything was ruined!
The more Zhao Zhao thought about it, the angrier he became, raising his voice toward the heavens.
“Someone! Bring me my great saber!”
“Today, I will personally cleanse the household and behead this bastard to give Duke An’guo an explanation!”
At those words, the entire courtyard was stunned.
A few servants scrambled out, and soon returned carrying a gleaming, imposing heavy saber.
The blade was broad and thick, reflecting a chilling coldness in the morning light.
Zhao Yi’s drunkenness and sleepiness vanished the moment he saw the real weapon—this was no prop!
This was a real sword! People could die from this!
He looked around—the ornate beams and painted rafters, the pavilions and towers, the terrified expressions of the servants, and the imposing official aura radiating from the man claiming to be “Zhao Zhao”...
A ludicrous thought thundered in his mind.
Did I... travel through time?
The next moment, countless fragmented memories surged into his mind like a tidal wave, causing a splitting headache.
The Great Zhou Dynasty.
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