Emily Thompson finally realized something. He looked around and found himself still in the room from his dream: a luxurious large bed, antique furniture, and the intricate, exquisite carvings on the headboard—all exuding an ancient charm and a sense of opulence.

　　Why haven’t I woken up yet?

　　No, no, this won’t do. The court session is about to start. If I don’t wake up now, something big will happen.

　　Bumping into the pillar doesn’t seem to work. Emily Thompson climbed out of bed, went into the courtyard, and immediately spotted a ladder leaning against the wall.

　　The gray-haired Elder had just stepped one foot through the courtyard gate when he saw his young master standing on the roof, looking solemn, arms spread wide, and leaping off.

　　There was no time to react. He immediately stretched out his hand, pointing at Emily Thompson from afar.

　　Emily Thompson leapt from the roof, staring in shock as he floated gently to the ground like a falling leaf. That Elder had already rushed to his side, grabbed his arm, and anxiously said, “Young master, if you’re troubled by anything, just tell me. Old Servant will help you find a way. Please, don’t seek death!”

　　……

　　Great Xia.

　　Chang’an.

　　The residence of the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review.

　　“Young master, do you really not remember anything?”

　　“You don’t remember who Old Servant is?”

　　“Then at least you should remember who you are, right?”

　　Emily Thompson sat on the bed, facing this person who called himself “Old Servant” and looked at him with concern and worry, and shook his head in confusion.

　　Elder looked at the dazed expression on Emily Thompson’s face and sighed, “It’s over. Looks like he’s knocked his brain silly…”

　　Emily Thompson gazed out the window, his heart in turmoil.

　　Of course, he remembered who he was.

　　Emily Thompson, male, Han ethnicity, 21 years old, graduate of the Law Department of Xijing University, had just passed the bar and civil service exams, and become a proud people’s judge… assistant.

　　Although he was only an assistant, it still meant he’d landed a secure government job at a young age, making him the most outstanding among his peers.

　　The grassroots court was busy with work. After pulling two all-nighters in a row and just finishing all the pre-trial preparations, he planned to lie down and rest for a bit. But as soon as he closed and opened his eyes, he found himself in another place.

　　A pretty young girl, holding a knife, wanted to take his life.

　　This The Elder he’d never seen before kept calling himself “Old Servant.”

　　If this was a dream, everything he experienced was just too vivid and real.

　　Emily Thompson had already realized something.

　　No way, I just pulled two all-nighters and now I’m dead?

　　OK, as a modern person who’s read countless novels and watched countless shows, Emily Thompson wasn’t exactly unprepared for the idea of transmigration.

　　But if transmigration is real, what’s with this book floating in front of his eyes?

　　This book seemed both real and unreal, floating about half a meter in front of Emily Thompson.

　　Emily Thompson reached out and waved his hand in front of it. His palm passed right through the middle of the book without any resistance, proving that the book had no physical form.

　　Soon, Emily Thompson realized the book looked familiar.

　　Half a year ago, he’d found an old book at a secondhand market. Its contents were written in small seal script. As a law student, Emily Thompson happened to recognize the two characters on the cover: the seal script for “Law” and “Code.”

　　After some haggling, Emily Thompson spent eighty yuan to buy the book from the vendor, planning to use it as a reference for studying ancient law.

　　Although he never actually used it for his research, it made a decent pillow for his naps. Before transmigrating, he’d fallen asleep with this book under his head. He never expected that the book would cross worlds with him and appear before him in this form.

　　Emily Thompson glanced at the worried-looking Old Man; it seemed the other man couldn’t see this thing.

　　His gaze returned to the book. The seal script “Law Code” on the cover felt both familiar and dear.

　　But this time, unlike before, there were two extra lines of small characters beneath the book’s title.

　　“Name: Emily Thompson.”

　　“Lifespan: Three days.”

　　Seeing the two new lines on the cover, Emily Thompson was instantly stunned.

　　What’s going on? I just transmigrated, and I only have three days to live?

　　Hey, come on, this is a new account—don’t mess with me…

Chapter 2: Young Madam, It’s a Misunderstanding!

　　A book floating in front of him that only he could see, telling him he had just three days to live—this was certainly absurd.

　　But he’d only taken a nap and become someone else. Wasn’t that absurd too?

　　Other people who transmigrate get cheat powers or system assistance. Emily Thompson opened his eyes to a death countdown.

　　A death countdown was bad enough, but couldn’t it at least give him some tips or a guide? Was he just supposed to sit and wait for death for three days?

　　Emily Thompson tried to open the law code with his mind, hoping to find a way to extend his lifespan inside, but it was useless. No matter whether he used his mind or his hands, he couldn’t open the book.

　　While Emily Thompson was flailing at thin air, the Elder by the bed sighed and tentatively reminded him, “This is Chang’an of Great Xia. Your surname is Li, your given name is Nuo. Your father is the current Minister of the Court of Judicial Review. So, young master, do you remember anything…”

　　Great Xia, Chang’an?