The wardrobe at my house turned into a space-time wormhole, and the First Emperor, Ying Zheng, was the first to tumble out.
I tried to shove him back in, but failed, and was forced to start looking after him.
A few months later, Champion Marquis Huo Qubing burst out of the wardrobe, murder in his eyes. “What place is this? Where are the Xiongnu?”
Before I could explain, Mr. Sleeping Dragon, Zhuge Liang, appeared leisurely, waving a feather fan he didn't even have. “I observed the celestial signs last night. I'm afraid it'll rain tomorrow.”
Watching these three freeloaders pick at the food and complain that the Wi-Fi was too slow, I cried out in despair, “Could you big shots please get a side job or something? Otherwise, next month's rent will kill me!”
(The author is just making this up for fun. History buffs, don't take it seriously!)
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