林薇 stifled a curse internally as she felt the chill seep into her bones. She was in a unfamiliar room, the decor modest and archaic, far removed from the modern, minimalist apartment she used to call home. She sat up, her eyes scanning the room, trying to piece together what was happening. This wasn't her life, yet it felt like it was her reality. She had died, she was sure of it, and now she was reborn. But into what? A poor, unmanned woman in a古代服装? "Who am I?" she muttered, her voice hoarse from disuse. She needed answers, and fast. As if on cue, the door creaked open, and a young maid, clad in a simple dress, entered the room. She was hesitant at first, but seeing the queen's distress, she quickly stepped forward. "Your Highness," the maid said, her voice trembling slightly. "You're awake." "Who's queen?"林薇 demanded, her eyes narrowing. This was getting stranger by the minute. "The queen of the Qing Dynasty," the maid replied, her eyes wide with fear.