Just as Emily Foster and Henry Clark stood there in shock, a sudden flash of white light appeared outside the window that Emily Foster had opened. Immediately after, a white glowing orb, about the size of a human head, floated in. The orb seemed to pause for a moment after entering, then flew straight toward Henry Clark. All Emily Foster heard was a miserable scream from Henry Clark, and then the entire bridal chamber was flooded with white light, causing her to instinctively close her eyes.

A moment later, when Emily Foster opened her eyes again, she found that there wasn't much change in the room. The tables and chairs were still neatly arranged, the red candles still burning brightly. However, Henry Clark was lying stiffly in front of the bed. Although there were no visible wounds on the surface, his face was covered in black soot, and his clothes were full of burnt holes, with wisps of blue smoke still rising from some spots. What surprised Emily Foster even more was that there seemed to be some strange things beside Henry Clark.

“What... what happened?” Emily Foster stared blankly at Henry Clark on the ground, her face full of disbelief.

But Emily Foster quickly snapped out of her shock. No matter what had happened, Henry Clark's current situation was extremely dire. If he really died in the bridal chamber, she wouldn't be able to escape responsibility, and even her family would be implicated.

Thinking of this, Emily Foster hurriedly stood up and walked over to check if he was alive or dead. But just as she reached Henry Clark's side, she saw Henry Clark, his face covered in soot, suddenly open his eyes and stare straight at her. This startled Emily Foster, but at the same time, she felt a sense of relief—at least Henry Clark was still alive.

However, what Emily Foster never expected was that as soon as Henry Clark opened his eyes and saw her, a look of deep grief and indignation appeared on his face. He propped himself up and shouted at her, “Fairy sister, all I did was steal a sweet potato and two ears of corn from a villager—did you really have to strike me with lightning for that?”

Chapter Two: Items from Another World

The early morning rain fell like silk, filling the antique bedroom with a soft “shhh” sound. Henry Clark, the Prince of Guangyang, who had already woken from his sleep, did not open his eyes immediately. Instead, he lay on the bed, muttering to himself, “This is all just a dream. As soon as I open my eyes, everything before me will disappear, and I’ll be back in the twenty-first century, just an ordinary volunteer teacher again!”

As Henry Clark finished speaking, he suddenly opened his eyes. Unfortunately, what he saw was still the familiar red canopy above the bed. He raised his hand to touch his chin, only to feel a few soft fuzzes—gone was the prickly feeling he used to get every morning. This left Henry Clark deeply disappointed. He sat up abruptly and looked around the room, unwilling to accept reality.

Everywhere he looked, there were antique decorations. Although they were beautiful, there was not a trace of anything modern. At this moment, Henry Clark would have preferred to be in his own shabby dorm room rather than this room full of antiques. Thinking back on his experiences over the past few days, Henry Clark felt even more of a headache. Who knew how he had suddenly traveled from the twenty-first century back to the Northern Song Dynasty in the eleventh century?

Henry Clark had transmigrated. To be precise, the current Henry Clark was no longer the original Prince of Guangyang, but a man from the future who had traveled from the twenty-first century. Although they shared the same name, their identities were completely different.

This transmigrated Henry Clark had once been an ordinary person. After graduating from college, he worked for a few years, then on a whim, went to a village in a central province to be a volunteer teacher. Everything was going well—he got along with his students, and their grades improved significantly, which gave him a great sense of accomplishment.

But then, one day, as Henry Clark was returning to school from the county town, he was suddenly struck by lightning. When he woke up again, he found himself in the first year of the Zhiping era of the Northern Song Dynasty, and had become some so-called prince. Although his status was extremely noble, the thought that he would never see his family, friends, or those adorable students from the future again filled him with sorrow.

Moreover, Henry Clark realized that every night when he was bored, he couldn’t even use a phone or computer to go online. This made him groan in pain—some things are only cherished after they’re lost. For example, his cheap knockoff smartphone that cost just a few hundred yuan. Even though it often shut down by itself, at least it was a smartphone, with fast internet, good for reading news, chatting, and even occasionally watching a little movie—of course, the kind all men like to watch.

“Phone!” As soon as Henry Clark thought of his phone, he suddenly remembered that something might have traveled with him. He immediately began searching everywhere. Now that he was in the Northern Song Dynasty, every item he brought from the future was extremely precious. It was just that, in the past few days, he had been unable to accept the fact that he had transmigrated, his mind in a haze, and hadn’t had time to think about these things.