Chapter 2036: Could This Be Time Travel?

Rohomes.

Joyce felt groggy, unable to fully awaken. Her eyelids were heavy, and she struggled vainly to open her eyes. At times, she felt cold, at other times, unusually hot. Sometimes her body felt unbearably heavy, then oddly weightless. She knew she had to wake up. Finally, with a strong exertion of will, she forced her eyes open.

For a moment, everything seemed blurred as if covered by a layer of fog, slowly clearing. The first thing she saw was the ceiling's pure solid wood mortise and tenon structure, aged and tinged with a sense of history. The brown beams were partly painted in red, elaborately carved with various animals and flowers, and chrysanthemums appeared frequently, as if they were symbols, totems, or perhaps a clan emblem?

As Joyce's gaze drifted downward, she noted the fine wooden lattice windows and the frosted glass, complemented by black curtains embroidered with golden chrysanthemum threads.

In an instant, Joyce felt as though she had traveled through time.

She seemed to be in an ancient building filled with exotic charm. Had she died? She shook her head vigorously. No, she couldn't be dead!

Attempting to sit up, she felt a sharp pain at the back of her neck, forcing her to lie back down. Turning her head, she realized she was lying on a deep blue straw mat. Rather, the entire room was covered in blue mats, her spot slightly elevated like a tatami platform. At the bedside, a low table held a miniature bonsai, vibrant green bamboo shoots next to it, and a daruma doll dressed in a black kimono matched the surroundings.

The quilt covering her was soft silk, embroidered with chrysanthemums.

Such decorations? This setting? Could it be?

Joyce turned on her side, supporting herself with her arm, and slowly sat up. She pinched herself; it hurt. She was alive and certainly not dreaming.

When she surveyed her surroundings, she confirmed she was abroad, the decor reminiscent of Rohomes.

Struggling to the window, she pushed it open forcefully, letting in the cold winter air.

Outside, the view further convinced her.

trees towering around, red walls and golden roofs under which lay a glistening sea of golden ginkgo leaves scattered on the ground, reflecting off the golden tiles in the sunlight. Turning back, the palace's interior

Where was she exactly?

a kimono robe down to her ankles, embroidered with chrysanthemums in gold

entire hall was floored with mats, no

she was now was merely a

cautiously moved forward,

door aside, she found herself facing an even more spacious main hall where the warm sunlight failed to penetrate, making it feel both

answer, just echoes reverberating through the

grew more bewildered. Who had brought her here?

South Island when this

head throbbed. Joyce

She had gone back to the villa alone to fetch spices. Halfway there, she noticed

followed them. Just as she was about to contact security, a sharp

she had been

she wasn't overly worried. South Island was secure, any assailant would be quickly

up in a foreign land. How was it possible? What

must be frantic by

if they knew she

she was concerned for her

Joyce spotted a calendar on a long desk. It was the third day after her wedding; she

imagine what

she was still caught

male voice

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