My Pickle Jar Connects Past and Present, and I Focus on Making Money to Support the Fallen Crown Prince

The pickle crock in my house came to life, connecting me to an abandoned crown prince confined in the cold palace of a mysterious dynasty two thousand years ago. I sent the prince countless modern supplies through the crock and helped him build a record of achievement. He treated me like a goddess and showered me with gold and treasures. By reselling antiques, I became the richest woman of my time. My younger stepsister was consumed with jealousy and tried to steal my pickle crock. But the young crown prince appeared out of nowhere, gathered me into his arms, and said, word by word: “Protecting my one and only goddess is the greatest honor of my life.”