"Alas, I lived for eight years in this mighty Ming Dynasty, yet death still caught up to me!",In the dim and oppressive cell, Zhu Ying told Li Wan'er about the good life in modern times. Unbeknownst to her, Li Wan'er fell asleep leaning against Zhu Ying's shoulder, a faint smile still playing on her lips!,The next morning, the shackles in the dungeon were opened, and two jailers strode in, shouting loudly, “Don’t sleep! Get up!”。