A trading analyst, due to an accident, is transported to the Wanli era of the Ming Dynasty, becoming the live-in son-in-law of a major tooth merchant.

He originally thought he could, like the protagonists in time-travel novels, make a name for himself in ancient times, amass wealth rivaling nations, and have wives and concubines in abundance.

That was until he met the Wanli Emperor—the very same famous one from the Annals of Wanli...

“Your Majesty, about the commoner’s commission...?”

“Don’t worry, you won’t be shortchanged. I’ll have the Ministry of Revenue send it to you right away.”

“Your Majesty, you previously asked me to empty out the national treasury to fill the inner palace. Now there’s nothing left in the treasury but rat droppings!”

“In that case, I’ll contract the treasury out to you again.”

“...Your Majesty, may this commoner speak frankly?”

“Go ahead, speak freely.”

“MMP!”

Chapter 0001 Dream “Come True”

In a haze, he vaguely saw a few people walking over. Struggling, he raised his hand and weakly called out, “Help me! Help me!”

However, laughter rang out around him.

“What is he saying?”

“He’s already that drunk, who knows what nonsense he’s spouting.”

“Truly pitiful for Miss Harper, born with beauty and intelligence, yet married to such a useless wretch. Sigh... truly unlucky in love!”

...

Though his vision was blurry, his hearing remained. He was quite puzzled—why was everyone speaking Mandarin? Have I ended up in a Chinese neighborhood?

He only remembered that earlier, slightly drunk, he had left a bar in New York, saw that it was late, and, taking a chance, got into his car. But as he passed through an intersection, a blinding light suddenly appeared before his eyes...

When he regained some consciousness, his first reaction was that he’d been in a car accident. Seeing flashes of light before him, he naturally thought it must be an ambulance or police car, and the blurry figures before him must be paramedics. As for why there were so many people around, and why everyone was speaking Mandarin, he was too weak to think further...

Suddenly, someone in front of him shouted, “What are you all standing around for? Hurry up and carry him away! Sigh... what a disgrace.”

Immediately, he felt his body being lifted, swaying so much he nearly vomited. After being jostled for quite a while, he couldn’t help but think, isn’t this stretcher a bit far away? But just as this thought arose, he felt himself being thrown into a vehicle.

He was literally thrown in.

“Cough, cough, cough!”

He was so shaken by the fall that he felt dizzy and nauseous, and immediately vomited. He even began to doubt whether he’d really been in a car accident, but he was too weak to curse. Angrily, he thought, damn it, how could these paramedics treat me like this? Even if I was drunk driving, even if I broke the law, it’s up to the court to judge me. How can you treat an injured person so roughly? I’m going to file a complaint, I definitely will.

With endless resentment, he passed out again.

He didn’t know how much time had passed before he slowly opened his eyes. What greeted him was a strange canopy. He couldn’t help but ask, “Where am I?”

A slightly hoarse voice sounded beside him, “What? You went to Chunmanlou and now you don’t even recognize your own home?”

Startled, he turned his head and was immediately shocked.

He saw an elderly man with a kind face sitting by the bed, leaning on a cane. Most importantly, the elder was wearing robes only seen on ancient people. Instinctively, he glanced around and saw that the furnishings and decor of the room were just like those in ancient TV dramas.

The scene before him left him completely confused. He thought, I should either be in a hospital or in jail—why... why did they send me to a film set?

At the same time, the elder was also looking at him, his gaze filled with extremely complex emotions.

The atmosphere seemed a bit delicate. Both of them seemed to have something to say, their lips moving, but both hesitated, neither speaking.

After a while, the elder suddenly sighed and said, “I, Edward Harper, have judged countless things in my life and never misjudged, but I never thought I’d be wrong about my daughter’s marriage. What an irony! Heh heh!”

At the end, the elder laughed, though with a hint of bitterness.

Is this old man acting? He stared blankly at the elder, about to ask a question when a sharp pain suddenly shot through his head. He couldn’t help but cry out in pain, as countless unfamiliar images and strange voices flooded his mind. The only thing he was sure of was that none of this belonged to him. What on earth is going on?

The elder glanced at him and sighed again, then slowly stood up. “You should rest well.”

With that, he walked out. He didn’t notice that the young man on the bed was now staring at his own hands in shock.

“Why... why don’t I have a single injury on me?”