The Frail God of the Qin Dynasty's Grand Construction Project

The young woman suddenly opened her bright, captivating eyes, a look of confusion in them. Dressed in a plain blue-green gown, she had a pale, weary face and an aloof, chilly air, like snow resting on a withered branch in winter. One careless touch might shatter her, scattering her into wisps of mist.

But now her eyes were like a clear pool, naturally possessing an elegant, noble grace. She seemed like an immortal standing above a cold, jade-green lake, transcendent and proud, inspiring awe in all who saw her. This woman was An Xin, a traveler through time.

"Your Majesty, the Queen beat up Lord Changping."

"Hmm! Lord Changping is thick-skinned and tough. Hurry and summon the imperial physician to examine Xin'er’s hand."

"Your Majesty, the Queen pickled Lao Ai."

"Good. Send him to the Dowager Queen to serve as a close attendant."

"Your Majesty, the Queen pulled out the Dowager Queen’s hair."

"Your Majesty, the Empress blew up Lord Xu while refining pills."

"..."

The Heavenly Dao: "The Canglan Continent of the cultivation world has connected. Fusion commencing."

An Xin: "Deal complete. Cash and goods exchanged."

"Xin'er! Wait for me!"

Ding! Wilderness survival deployment commencing.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.