Chapter 5: This Transmigration is really Tragic

Edited by Tin

Xiao Yu'an stared at the light curtains and the trails of smoke that were in front of him. He lightly touched his forehead before realizing that he was covered by a scented blanket that was embroidered with a gold dragon.

Using an arm as support as he tried to sit up, long hair flowed down his shoulders like a waterfall.

Eh?

Xiao Yu'an pulled at a few strands.

Ouch, that hurt.

Xiao Yu'an thought at a furious speed, then started questioning himself.

Did I get reincarnated?

Is Marx's coffin bolted down? 1

"You're awake, your majesty? I'll help you get dressed." A young girl came in, carrying toiletries and holding a crown, dressed in a dull bronze colored robe.

Your Majesty?

Xiao Yu'an felt a little bad. Despite being transmigrated, it turned out it was a realistic setting, and he wouldn't be able to fly like in a cultivation world.

Though Marx would probably cry in his grave, Newton could definitely rest in peace.