"Your Highness, wuwu..."
Li Qingxun was awakened by a mournful wailing. Irritated, she pressed her temples and instinctively snapped, "What's all the noise? Have you finished the experimental analysis? Completed the neutrino matter extraction? Experiment 1098 must be handled with extreme caution—the slightest mistake could cause a spacetime collapse!"
The commotion around her abruptly ceased.
Li Qingxun slowly opened her eyes to the sight of a dilapidated ancient ceiling. As her consciousness fully returned, she realized her entire body was wracked with pain, as if not a single inch of her was unharmed. The agony nearly brought tears to her eyes.
She struggled to sit up.
She found herself in a dim, gloomy room, its furnishings eerily reminiscent of a period drama. A thin, faded quilt covered her, and the bruises and cuts on her hands had yet to fade.
Kneeling by the bed was a sobbing girl in ancient attire, no older than fifteen or sixteen, pitifully thin.
