Caos dos Três Reinos: Conquista e Invocação

“Hiss, my head hurts so much.”

Li Xiang, clutching his splitting headache, struggled to open his eyes. He found himself in a room of classic elegance, dignified and grand, every detail unfamiliar, suffused with a distinctly retro air.

Suddenly, the door swung open with a bang, and a young girl dressed as a maid, about fifteen or sixteen, hurried in. Seeing Li Xiang sitting up, she didn’t even pause to set down the medicine in her hands before shouting loudly, “Master, Madam, the young master is awake, the young master is awake!”

Within moments, a mature, handsome gentleman and a noble, dignified lady rushed in.

“Xiang’er, how are you feeling?” The gentleman asked anxiously as soon as he entered.

Only then did our protagonist realize, belatedly, that he had crossed into another world. His thoughts in disarray, Li Xiang resignedly resorted to the tried and true method favored by many transmigrators, feigning amnesia.

“Call for the divine physician to examine my son thoroughly.”

“Master Li, the young lord’s external injuries are no longer serious, but this issue suggests that the trauma may have affected his memory.” Since the injury had indeed been to the head, no one suspected anything unusual. The middle-aged man instructed, “Xiang’er, rest and recover; we’ll discuss anything else once you’re feeling better.”

When everyone finally left, Li Xiang couldn’t hold back a burst of laughter. He had transmigrated—those fantastical moments reserved for internet novels had happened to him. Unlike other transmigrators, Li Xiang did no