The harem is filled with time-traveling women, ranging from three hundred Tang poems to the physicalization of soap and perfume. And I am just a Feng Shui master who specializes in identifying Jinding points. The emperor is dazzled, but I prefer to stay in the cold palace. Until the twenty-seventh time-traveling girl died on the way to the queen's promotion, I chose a cemetery for her to excavate. The eunuch who worked with me looked at me with a smile and handed me a clean silk handkerchief. "Aunt Ruoxi, do you think there are still time-traveling girls in the palace?"
