After the empress transmigrated, she became the judge of the entertainment industry.

"Ye Sanqing! I'm talking to you!"

very noisy.

Ye Sanqing opened his eyes.

One second she was on her own starship, gazing at the endless darkness before her, and the next she was here. At the same time, many memories that didn't belong to her flooded into her mind, causing her to momentarily show uncontrollable pain.

"Do you think you can get away with playing dead? Tell me, why did you bully Wanwan?"

There was hostility, and it wasn't just in one place. Ye Sanqing looked at the humanoid creature that had made the sound, initially judging it to be a middle-aged or young woman. The woman had a mocking and contemptuous expression on her face. When she didn't speak, she was about to speak again, but was pulled back by an even younger woman next to her.

"Aunt Zhu, my sister didn't do it on purpose... I was just careless and bumped into something, it's nothing..." As she spoke, she raised her arm to show the wound, which was still bleeding.

“It’s not really that serious,” Ye Sanqing said. Although it was an unfamiliar language, for some reason she could naturally translate it into what she wanted to say.

"You...not only do you not apologize, you don't even admit your mistake? How can a girl like you marry into our family!" The woman, referred to as Aunt Zhu, glared at her angrily, then turned to the other side and said, "Our family only recognizes Wanwan!"

Upon hearing Ye Sanqing's words, the expressions of the people around him (let's call them people for now) ranged from distorted and puzzled to indifferent and amused. Ye Sanqing took the opportunity to scan his surroundings. There were several people, both young and middle-aged men and women, but the center of the matter was clearly "Wanwan" and her.

There are many memories, but there's no time to organize them right now. The most important thing is to get out of the current situation.

Amidst gasps of surprise, Ye Sanqing leaped from the sofa and punched "Wanwan" in the face.

By creating a larger conflict, smaller conflicts can be covered up.

Ye Wanyin slowly widened her eyes as she stared at the fist that was coming at her, but before she could react, she was knocked to the ground.

After the initial gasps, silence fell. The only sound in the large living room was Ye Wanyin's sobbing as she came to her senses.

"So, this is what you call bullying." Ye Sanqing stood in front of Ye Wanyin, waved his fist, and then looked around at everyone: "Anything else to say?" The strength of this body is too unsatisfactory. If it were before, she would have punched through the floor.

"You, you, you..." Aunt Zhu stammered several times before quickly picking up her bag and walking towards the door, saying, "Your family can sort out the engagement yourselves! I'll visit you another day." She didn't help Ye Wanyin, who was still on the ground and whom she had just been insisting on protecting, and just left.

The living room fell silent, but Ye Wanyin's sobs carried an added air of grievance.

"Waaaaah..." Ye Wanyin sat on the ground sobbing, covering her face with her hands, seemingly in great pain.

"If I have nothing to say, then I'll be leaving?" Ye Sanqing recalled the location of the room this body was staying in and decided that leaving was the best course of action. There were still many things to sort out, and he couldn't waste any more time here.

She walked towards the stairs as she spoke. Surprisingly, no one stopped her.

Ye Sanqing returned to his room and closed the door to shut out the noise.

Her room was a medium-sized suite. After glancing around briefly, she sat down on the sofa in the small living room and assessed the comfort level; it was quite nice. At least this family hadn't mistreated her—or rather, how should she address her? The person she used to be?

[Your Majesty, something terrible has happened!]

"I think you're the one in trouble. You're calling this a big deal?" Ye Sanqing habitually retorted to the voice in his mind, then realized something was off, "You're here?"

"[Your Majesty...]" A hint of panic crept into the usually calm electronic voice, clearly exceeding its programmed expectations. "[We are no longer in our original world.]"

"I know that. Any new information? Is network access available? Analyze the current situation in five minutes," Ye Sanqing said. Xiao Chong was her former Minister of the Interior. Although it was merely artificial intelligence, originating from an accidental error code, once fully expanded, no one could perform the position better.

"Yes." The electronic voice returned to calm and then fell silent.

Ye Sanqing closed his eyes and began to sort out the current situation from the beginning.

First of all, she is no longer Her Majesty the Empress.

Ye Sanqing sighed. Who could have imagined that after a lifetime of battles, her end would be neither a triumphant return nor a death on the battlefield, but rather her soul falling into an unknown time and space, into a strange body? She was almost certain that the indescribable darkness she faced on the starship in her final moments was some kind of wormhole. She wondered how the others were doing… but worrying was pointless now.

Her principle is that no harsh environment can stop her from moving forward.

Secondly, this world is vastly different from the world she originally lived in.

Based on that cursory glance, the humanoid beings here match the descriptions of humans on Earth from seven or eight hundred years ago in historical records. In other words, it's generally correct to call them human; they don't have mutated appearances, nor do they have many intelligent mechanical parts installed on their bodies. From this, we can infer that their technological level is also consistent with records from seven or eight hundred years ago, but this remains to be observed.

The family's economic situation and social status are still unknown, but it's certainly not a royal palace. Ye Sanqing searched his original body's memories and realized that this wasn't a monarchy. It would probably be difficult to become emperor again, which was a bit of a shame.

When Ye Sanqing confirmed this, she was even somewhat dazed. Having reigned for over a hundred years, she had never imagined what it would be like to step down from that position. It was hard to say whether she felt more regret or a greater sense of relief.

Third... Ye Sanqing got up and found a full-length mirror in the dressing room to look at himself.

To her surprise, this body looked remarkably similar to hers. Only the height and build were vastly different, and there were no obvious signs of technology on it. It did resemble her in her childhood. Recalling that punch from earlier, she reaffirmed her resolve to improve her physical abilities. She was too weak; she wondered if she would die immediately if she went outside at this level. But judging from Wanwan's condition, her strength was likely higher than the average level here.

[Your Majesty.] The insect spoke. [Network connection is good; the machine has reached a conclusion.]

【explain. 】