Chapter 2: Crossing Over

  This must be a big production, at least a fine production, just from my temporary actor's costume.

  White blouse, moon-colored silk skirt, goose-yellow satin tied around the waist, a bun of unknown name, with a white jade hairpin inserted, haha, I want to take a good look at this ancient dress, unfortunately didn't bring my phone, otherwise I would definitely take a photo back to show off.

  The quality of this ancient mirror is really poor, nothing can be seen clearly.

  Walked in and took a closer look, oh my goodness, who is this?

  Who is she? Who is the woman in the mirror? Or an ancient person dressed up, turned back to look, except for the woman, there was no one else in the room.

  Who is that strange woman in the mirror? Did I encounter something unclean? Is it really so unlucky?!

  Roar, today is really bad luck, but since I've seen her, let me take a closer look at what's different about her from humans.

  This young lady, I didn't mean to offend you, but as a young person, I'm just curious, so don't take it amiss.

  I plucked up my courage and took a closer look, strangely enough, this guy wasn't as terrifying as I had imagined. He had a goose-egg face, long eyelashes, and a pair of curious big eyes staring at me with a bone-chilling gaze, but his attire was quite simple.

  A white blouse, a moon-colored silk dress, slowly... why does this girl's outfit look so familiar?

  They say strange things often happen on set, could it be because of the two of us colliding that this girl came to find me?!

  Miss, after this performance, I will leave immediately and never steal your spotlight.

  "Manya, when did you become so fond of looking in the mirror?"

  As she spoke, the woman walked over and gave my shoulder a light pat. Oh God, why did the mirror reflect that it was the woman who patted that girl's body? And who is Manya?

  I'm going to die, am I possessed by a ghost? No, it's the other way around, I'm possessing someone else's body! I tried my best to make this exaggerated ghost face, attempting to see what's going on, but unexpectedly, the person in the mirror is making the same face as me, with a crooked mouth and twitching lips.

  At this scene, Nü Yi saw it clearly and shouted in horror, "Manya, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? Come quickly!"

  Let this beautiful woman worry about me, it's really embarrassing, but years of chasing drama experience tell me that at this time, the last thing is to pretend to be dizzy and lose my memory. Although I don't know what month it is, after all, it's ancient times. I want to say that if I speak the truth, they will either lock me in a small black room or release sky lanterns. Okay, let Ren Yiyi shout loudly in my ear and shake me hard, I just won't wake up, even if you kill me, I won't open my eyes.

  Afterwards, I was carried by a group of people to the boudoir that I had just left. A large crowd gathered in front of the bed and an old man with the surname Chen took my pulse. The crowd asked about my condition, but Mr. Chen simply said, "It's not serious, you've got heatstroke, take some medicine and rest for a few days and you'll be fine."

  Your grandfather's, can't you learn from the doctors brought up by modern civilization? A small cold and you're having a full-body CT scan, heatstroke... how am I supposed to continue writing this?

  A middle-aged man's calm voice sounded, "Thank you, Doctor Chen. Manya has been having trouble eating lately, what should we do?"

  This middle-aged man who is so concerned about me, calls out to me with such intimacy, has he become old enough to be my husband? Or perhaps he's my father?

  The old man replied calmly, "It's just a case of spleen and stomach fire deficiency. I'll give Manya a few injections and she'll be fine."

  Your grandfather's, I'm asking about your whole family. I'm most afraid of injections now. Do you still want to give me a few more shots? Are you trying to turn me into a pin cushion? Heaven knows if you're a quack doctor or not. If you accidentally hit the wrong acupoint, who knows, I might really pass out. Although I don't know whose body this is, at this moment, it's all up to me. I let out a soft hum, hinting to them that I'm awake. If you want to give injections, ask for my opinion first, hmmph.

  I pretended to be weak, slowly got up, looked at the group of unfamiliar familiar people in front of me, coughed twice, and said softly, "It's nothing, I think it's just the hot weather, the summer heat is hard to dissipate. If after taking medicine, it's still like this, would you trouble Doctor Chen to administer acupuncture?"

  As soon as this was said, what could the old man say? He took the silver and left under the respectful gaze of the crowd.

  Everyone's eyes were on me again, I'm not a monkey in the zoo, what's there to see? Showing weakness to enemies has never been my principle. They looked at me, and I looked back at them. Seeing that the atmosphere had cooled down and was somewhat awkward, the middle-aged man let everyone disperse and told me a couple of things, instructing me to take good care of that temporary servant before leaving.

  I've always been bad at remembering names, but just now when that old man was speaking, I racked my brain to recall the name he mentioned. The girl, his daughter, is called Mu Yan - a beautiful name for a beautiful person, it's really unfair. My maid is called Yu'er. As for the others, I'm truly sorry, today's quota is full, please come back next time.

  These past few days, I've been afraid of slipping up, so I've just lain in bed pretending to be ill, refusing to get out of bed even if you killed me. I've declined all visitors and have been thinking hard about how to deal with this sudden turn of events. Who am I? Where is this place? What dynasty is it? What's the relationship between this family and me? Who are the good guys and who are the bad guys? How should I respond to them? These messy questions, like calculus, are making my head ache just thinking about them. I've also tried sleeping heavily, thinking that when I wake up, it'll all be over, it was just a dream, but unfortunately, I failed.

  Looking at Yuer's appearance, she can't be more than 17 or 18 years old, with a honest and innocent face. Haha, I love people who are honest the most, they're easy to deceive and loyal enough. As long as you treat them slightly better, they'll risk their lives for you. At this moment, I have no choice but to trust her.

  For several days, I haven't spoken a word. Jade probably thinks it's because I'm feeling unwell from my illness, but actually, I just don't know what to say in front of these cultural relics.

  Yu'er, I pointed to the stool in front of the bed and asked her to sit down. Summoning up twenty years' worth of acting experience, my eyes welled up with tears as I grasped her hand, just like the people seeing the Liberation Army for the first time, so intimate. Pretending to choke back sobs, I coughed a few times, paused, and asked...

  "Yu'er, what do you think of how I've been treating you lately?"

  She saw me like this and naturally became nervous, stood up while her right hand gently patted my back, and replied in tears.

  "It's all right, Miss Manya isn't the mistress, but she is of noble birth and has never beaten or scolded anyone in the house. Everyone knows that serving you is a blessing for us servants. Miss Manya, what's wrong with you? Don't scare us!"

  Oh, so I'm not the mistress, but a noble position, what kind of identity is this? Is it that old man's minor wife who hasn't entered the door yet? No way, where have you seen a good relationship between a daughter and a minor wife? That day, the first daughter's tense expression didn't seem fake. How strange!

  "Yu'er, can I trust you then? In this household, it's likely that only you are worthy of my trust."

  This remark was quite effective, an honest person can't bear being treated as one of their own kind. She nodded repeatedly and responded in a flattering tone, "That's natural, Miss."

  The time had come, I pretended to be dizzy, stroked my head with my hand, leaned gently against her and said in a weak voice, "Yu'er, I'm sick. That day, for some reason, I fainted in the garden, when I woke up, my brain was all dark, my memory was very poor, and I couldn't remember people at all. The people who surrounded my bed that day, I couldn't even think of them, do you say, am I sick?"

  She listened more and more excited, nervously asking me, "This is unbearable, what to do, should we call a doctor to take a look at you? I'm Yuer, I've followed you for six years, you can't forget me!" As she spoke, she choked back tears.

  Look at that, this is called acting. I quickly wiped away her tears and said, "Don't worry, it's just that we don't want others to know about this matter. In the future, if you encounter people from the mansion, just give them a hint."

  Having said that, the master and servant burst into tears.

  It seems I've crossed over magnificently!