bayedsolid Chapter 3: The noblewoman from the Oscars transmigrates into Xiao Si of the early Tang Dynasty
Chapter 3: The noblewoman from the Oscars transmigrates into Xiao Si of the early Tang Dynasty
Hehe, speaking of that frantic sprint at the beginning, with all the "snoring" and "one, two, three, four, five" sounds, to be honest, that was my glorious "crash" at the end of my short but epic twelve-year life marathon!
And now? We're just starting that fun and hilarious journey with Xiao Sizi...
However, before setting off, I need to mutter a few words to myself, like "Grandma," and give a "grand revelation of insect life"—
Everyone's curious about where I came from, right?
Actually, to put it bluntly, I was transported from the "Elden Ring" in another timeline. I accidentally activated the "mischievous little monster" mode and ended up directly entering the body of a princess in the early Tang Dynasty.
I was once a noblewoman from Northern Europe, deeply troubled by a certain Western military force, and controlled by my high-ranking military officer husband and the mastermind behind him.
Poor me, after ten months of pregnancy, my depression and mania worsened, and I eventually overdosed on medication and jumped off a bridge to be reborn.
However, the military still wouldn't let me go.
They found a mysterious being of transcendental medicine who preserved my body, but could not preserve my consciousness that wanted to escape.
This bizarre move by the military is nothing short of a "biohazard crisis" in the world of "transcendental medicine"!
Because my brain died, but poor baby in my womb, they implanted the consciousness of the infant in my womb into my body, so that her consciousness could continue to live in the mother's body.
Don't think it's outrageous; the chemical reactions of hormones made her life story even more convoluted than "The Invisible Guest"!
The child transmigrates into the mother's body, and the mother is reborn into the body of a baby girl in the early Tang Dynasty. This plot would make even "12 Angry Men" pale in comparison.
You might think, isn't this just a hilarious sequel to the Oscar-winning "Poor Things"?!
However, instead of driving a billion-dollar 300SLRUhlenhaut Coupe, I was traveling through the Tang Dynasty with my baby in to experience history firsthand.
However, at least my child, whom I've "never met," has a free "time travel experience aircraft carrier" for her brain, a high-tech system that even NASA can't develop.
That's the only way I can console myself. The reason I said I wanted to atone for my sins earlier was probably because I felt a little sorry for her.
I wouldn't dare say whether this kind of thinking counts as maternal love, but I really don't want her to come into the 21st century and still be left alone living in the shadow of the military. If that were the case, I can foresee that her path of growing up would be just as strange as mine.
Later, I learned that her initial Oedipus complex transformed into reckless rebellion, ultimately even leading to the murder of two figures who symbolized her father:
One is the mysterious being of transcendental medicine, who was once her re-creator, like Nuwa's creation in the Garden of Eden, who created her; the other is the man who controls her mother, her father in the genetic sense of consciousness.
What saddens me is that after my daughter successfully rebelled, she herself ultimately became and inherited the position of a mysterious being of transcendental medicine. Using transcendental medical technology and other means, she reversed control over her father, an officer from a certain Western power, turning him into a subservient cat, no longer obsessed with war, but instead submitting to her day after day…
Although I also wanted to escape from that man, as her mother, I wanted to dissuade my daughter, however…
First, we don't overlap in time or space. Second, even if we could communicate, I still wouldn't be able to point her in the right direction. Even if I did point her in the right direction, whether she went or not wouldn't be within my control...
At that time, I was absolutely confused.
I was tormented by that dark energy to the point of collapse. My mind was blank, with only one thought: to numb myself with drugs and alcohol, so that I could escape this unbearable reality.
As it turned out, after getting drunk or "poisoned," he not only failed to escape but also traveled through time and space, inexplicably arriving in the ancient Eastern dynasty during the Zhenguan era!
You ask me what happened? I don't know either! I feel like I've become some kind of "infinite Mengniu" experiment—stepping into the vortex of history and somehow ending up as an invincible little kid!
Yes, adorable kids are irresistible, especially those chubby little ones who are "overly pampered"!
I stared wide-eyed at myself in the bronze mirror, and lo and behold, I was a soft, chubby little thing! So plump, I could practically be used as a pillow.
What's most infuriating is that, of course, it's infuriating to others, yet no one dares not to pamper this adorable child!
Once, my father carried me into the military camp, and the soldiers around us were all smiling like flowers, their mouths crinkling into crescent moons, as if they wanted to hold up a small flag to "Welcome Lord Sizi".
I stared at their bunch of little eyes, thinking: Do you genuinely think I'm cute? Or do you just want to beat me up?!
However, it's clear that everyone seems to be concealing their aggressive intentions out of consideration for others.
Oh, right, my dear father!
That was an absolutely awesome figure, not only a majestic soldier, but also a celebrity "emperor" known to everyone!
However, I need to figure this out slowly.
I heard that when he was young, he displayed great prowess at Yanmen Pass and saved the life of Emperor Yang of Sui. This feat alone earned him the utmost respect and admiration from countless tribes.
Moreover, after observing him closely, I discovered that Aye's "heroic spirit" was not only reflected on the battlefield, but he was also meticulous in changing my diapers every day. He was simply a super detail-oriented person who was "dedicated to his work".
However, what surprised me the most was not these things, but a mysterious sense of mission that I felt in the dark—it was as if I was not only here to enjoy this "favorite life", but also to bear some kind of mission to atone for my sins. Even though I am now a soft and chubby little ball, I can feel this invisible responsibility.
However, nowadays, besides eating, drinking, and relieving myself, I can do almost nothing. Occasionally, I'll pout, which makes everyone burst into laughter.
"Hey, Dad, do you think I drank too much and that's why I traveled here?" I asked curiously, looking at the various kinds of imperial meat pies in front of me.
My father patted my head and smiled lovingly: "You are such a naughty little thing. You are just like your mother. Not only are you good at eating, drinking and having fun, but you also think about causing trouble on the battlefield every day."
"Hehe, Dad, you figured that out!" I suddenly felt confident, but looking at Dad's gentle smile, I felt a pang of guilt.
Hmm, perhaps this is what I should really be doing—enjoying the love and pampering I'm receiving while quietly fulfilling my "mission"—whatever it may be!
Actually, my father has many children, with 35 of them being registered or officially recognized. Perhaps because of my inexplicable "disconnection" and "lack of attention," I receive more attention and love.
Hehe, that's why I always face criticism and exclusion from others!
Whenever I am afflicted with illness and suffering unbearable pain, I always remind myself to be like my father, to have an indomitable will, and to greet each breath of dawn and dusk with optimism...
While I was in a coma due to a high fever, I could only slow down my pace and count to three plus "inhale, inhale, exhale" instead of the five plus "inhale, inhale, exhale, exhale" I used when running.
Right now, I'm delirious from the high fever, but I can feel my father's large, warm hands covering my forehead and gently stroking my soft sideburns.
"Little Sisi, don't be afraid. After all, it's easy to talk about. If it really is a mistake made by our ancestors or in a previous life, we'll slowly atone for it!"
My little servant brother tucked me in, saying, "Little guy, be brave, grow your little horns quickly..."
He patted me and said, "Boy and Dad are both here, little rascal, get well soon!! Once you're jumping around again, we'll show you your little horns! You can clash with whoever you want!!!"