Transmigrated Female Official

"When God closes a door, he opens a window."

Lin Xia had always believed that this was just a comforting fantasy people consolidating their own lives. If someone is on the verge of death, what kind of window can God open for them? If she hadn't experienced it firsthand, she would never have imagined that the skylight God could open was so vast it was unimaginable.

……

Lin Xia slightly opened her eyes; only a faint beam of light flickered before her...

Light gauze curtains?

The dark wood bed frame exuded a vintage feel. The object beneath her head was as hard as stone, causing a sharp pain in the back of her head. And she was covered with a thin layer... something resembling a silk quilt.

Lin Xia quickly pieced together her memories. She hadn't been taking period costume photos before, nor did she have a hobby of cosplay, so... where was she now? What was she doing?

Everyone has had the experience of waking up in dim light, unable to distinguish between day and night, and not knowing where they are, right? Lin Xia was feeling that same disoriented feeling right now. She raised her hand and pinched her face hard with her fingertips!

"Damn!" The pain in her face told her that she wasn't dreaming.

She sat bolt upright, realizing she was only wearing a white strapless dress that didn't belong to her. Even stranger—why was her hair so long? Why were her limbs so short? These slender, delicate hands, though smooth as jade, definitely weren't hers! A small mole on the back of her left hand confirmed this. She hurriedly lifted her dress, took a look…

"No—!!!! Are you kidding me?!"

Where are her prized long legs?! They've shrunk after just one night's sleep?! Lin Xia could no longer remain calm. She quickly pulled back the bed curtains and saw a pair of red embroidered cloth shoes leaning against the bedside...

"What the hell is this?! Is this a horror movie?!"

She casually slipped on her cloth shoes, wearing them like slippers. She walked towards a round table not far from the bed, where a candle had burned down to a stub. She instinctively looked up at the ceiling; all she saw were dark beams, no light.

Lin Xia couldn't help but shudder. How terrifying!

When you're home alone, a power outage is scary enough, let alone now that she's in some unknown, old room. She wasn't wearing a bright red dress, but her skin wasn't much better.

She gripped the edge of the table with both hands, closed her eyes tightly, and tried to awaken her memory once more...

"I'm sorry, we did our best." She remembered hearing a man's voice.

"No! Doctor! Please save her! She's a model! She can't lose her leg!" It was the voice of He Yun, her college classmate and best friend.

Whether this person will even wake up is questionable, let alone worry about their leg? The doctor shook his head helplessly.

She lay there quietly. She tried to sit up, but her body was completely out of her control; she wanted to speak, but she couldn't open her mouth, or even open her eyes.

Before this, she and He Yun had attended a fashion show together, earning a hefty reward. They had just enjoyed a meal at an expensive restaurant and were planning to furnish their newly rented apartment. They had recently moved from the remote Fifth Ring Road to a high-end neighborhood on the Third Ring Road. A three-bedroom apartment, each of them had their own room, with the remaining room used as a walk-in closet—everything was perfect. But then, for some inexplicable reason, a damned driver lost control and crashed into the pedestrian crossing, hitting the two of them as they were crossing the street. Lin Xia, walking on the left, was thrown into the air, while He Yun, on the right, avoided the impact.

Indeed, Lin Xia is naturally beautiful. Standing at 178cm tall with a stunning appearance, she enjoys a good education and a harmonious family. She started working as a model during her university years and is thriving in the industry. But is it that fate is jealous of talent? Of all the blessed people in the world, why was she chosen?

Amid He Yun's tragic and desperate cries, Lin Xia slowly lost her last bit of consciousness...

Was she dead? Lin Xia touched her face, tears already streaming down her cheeks. She wiped them away and took a few deep breaths. On a optimist note, could she... have time-traveled? Her first thought was to imagine all sorts of clichéd time-travel dramas, but her clothes didn't match any of the dynasties. Which era had she traveled to?

Could this be the window of heaven that God opened for her?

Lin Xia tiptoed open the door, but there wasn't a soul in sight outside, only an empty corridor. Given the darkness, she couldn't possibly wander around, so she obediently retreated back inside.

She looked around the room again, noticing a dressing table against the wall with a bronze mirror on it, but she had no intention of looking at herself. It was dark, and she was wearing a white dress and had waist-length hair; even if she was curious about her appearance, she simply didn't have the courage.

Why don't you take another nap? Maybe you'll wake up feeling much better? Lin Xia made up her mind and climbed back into bed.

……

"Bang bang—" The next morning, Lin Xia was awakened by a crisp knocking sound. She jumped up and found herself still in this house in an unknown place. She was stunned.

"Miss, are you awake? I'm coming in."

Oh my god! It's a man's voice, a man!!!

Should she say "no" or "wait" now?

Just as Lin Xia hesitated whether to speak, the door was pushed open, and a handsome man carrying a basin of water walked in. He didn't look in her direction, but instead skillfully placed the basin on the wooden stand.

"..." Lin Xia remained silent. She observed him through the curtain. He looked young, perhaps seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in a gray robe, his hair tied back with a ribbon. Judging from how he addressed her, the owner of this body should be the young lady of this mansion, but why was a man serving her the water to wash her face?

Receiving no response, the man looked towards the bed...

"Oh my god, you scared me to death! Miss, you're all sitting up, why didn't you say anything? I thought you were still unconscious!" The man patted his chest and walked towards her, saying, "You've been unconscious all day, I figured you should be awake by now. Are you hungry?" His voice was kind and gentle.

"Uh..." Lin Xia asked cautiously, "Um, who are you?"

At times like this, asking "Who are you?" or "Who am I?" is equally strange.

The man in gray gasped, took three steps in two to get to her, and lifted the curtain, saying, "Miss, please don't joke with me. If you don't get up, Madam will be worried sick."

This man actually lifted her mosquito net?! Were people in ancient times so open-minded? Lin Xia exclaimed anxiously, "I'm not joking!"

The man paused, frowned, and examined her closely. He said worriedly, "Doctor Li clearly said that Miss fainted from overjoyment and wasn't injured... How come you don't even recognize me?"

Lin Xia let out a soft breath and climbed out of bed. "Let me put it this way," she said, "I don't just not know who you are, I don't even know who I am. Amnesia, you understand? Amnesia!" She went straight to the basin of water, splashed warm water on her face with her palms, and after a dozen or so slaps, she briskly wiped the water off her face. She asked, "Is there anything to dry my hands with?"

The man's mouth gaped slightly as he stammered, "Miss... I've never seen you wash your face like this before." He then handed her a towel hanging on the wooden shelf, indicating that it was for wiping her face.

Lin Xia didn't seem to care. She picked up a towel, wiped her hands, and hung it back up. "I haven't used towels to wash my face in ages. By the way, where are my clothes? Is this all I'm wearing?" She pointed to her white dress. Surely, people in ancient times wouldn't be so open-minded as to walk around in a strapless dress?

The man instantly took out a dress from the cabinet on the other side and handed it to her: "This is Miss's favorite outfit."

"Hmm." Lin Xia unfolded the clothes, revealing a light blue long gauze dress with sleeves, a white strapless midi skirt, a navy blue wide-brimmed waist belt, and a matching light blue long belt. The clothes looked very delicate and pretty.

She first put on a light, flowing dress, the man trying to help her, but she ignored him. This little thing was no problem for her; she then put on a strapless midi skirt, followed by a sash… “How do I fasten this?”

"Ah—?" The man was surprised, but finally found an opportunity to act. He deftly fastened her sash and belt. After examining her, he said, "I always helped you dress, Miss. Why did you do it yourself today?"

Lin Xia found this hard to understand and asked, "Why? What about the maids?" In ancient times, men and women were not supposed to have close contact. Weren't maids supposed to do things like fetching water for washing faces and helping with dressing? How could a grown man do these things?

"Duck ring? What's that?" the man asked curiously.

"..." Lin Xia was speechless after being asked the question.

There's no reason for that! Didn't every dynasty have maids?!

She sighed again: "Alright. Answer me a few questions first: What dynasty is this? Who is the emperor? Who am I? What is my name? What is my status? How old am I? And who are you?"

Taken aback by Lin Xia's barrage of questions, the man gasped and replied, "This is the Ji Kingdom. Ji Lan is the name of the current Empress. Miss's name is Chu Qingluo, the only daughter of the Chu family, fifteen years old, and the third in her family. My name is Jiuwei, Miss's attendant."

"Wait, Chicken Country? Chicken Basket? What are these?! And an Empress? Empress? Isn't that Wu Zetian?" Lin Xia suddenly felt her head was spinning.

"Alas, it seems Miss has really hurt her head. We must inform Madam immediately and have Doctor Li come again." The man sighed and shook his head, giving her a sympathetic look before quickly walking out the door.

Oh no, this is completely irrelevant. Lin Xia felt gloomy about her future. Suddenly remembering that she didn't even know what Chu Qingluo looked like, she quickly went to the bronze mirror.

I already knew her skin was like porcelain, but I didn't expect her to be this beautiful, especially at such a young age. She had a pair of large, bright eyes, a small, firm nose, and lips like peach petals. Her hair was all loose, cascading down to her waist. The only thing was that her eyebrows weren't trimmed; the shape wasn't very defined, but they looked quite natural.

Lin Xia is undeniably a beauty, capable of exuding both coolness and allure on stage. Yet, this girl, without makeup, possesses a natural, unadorned beauty that Lin Xia, who wears makeup all day, lacks.

"Sigh." Looking at Chu Qingluo's appearance, Lin Xia couldn't help but sigh, realizing that this was the advantage of age. But then again, although Chu Qingluo was younger and more beautiful than her, she was significantly shorter, probably only around 168cm. With that height, her chest should at least be a bit more prominent, right? She measured it with her hand…

"Damn! Even with a different body, I can't escape the fate of being a cup size!" Luckily, she's young, so there's probably still room for improvement. More massages and eating pig's trotters and papaya... Thinking of this, I finally felt a little comforted.

"What are you muttering about?" Madam Chu rushed over when she heard that her daughter had bumped her head.

Lin Xia noticed that the person who entered was a wealthy woman in her forties. She greeted her with a smile, "Hello."

It would have been better if she hadn't spoken, because as soon as she did, Madam Chu became furious: "Nine-Tailed Fox! When will Doctor Li finally arrive?!"