The Three-Year-Old Princess Who Breaks at a Touch but Has the Strength of an Ox

I am the legitimate eldest princess of the Great Jin, three years old, and as fragile as a porcelain doll. The chief imperial physician says I can’t be exposed to the wind or startled, and even a sneeze could send me to the afterlife. The officials at court look at me like I’m a priceless treasure about to shatter. But they don’t know that inside this frail little body lives a Tyrannosaurus rex. Yesterday, the Grand General Who Guards the Nation mocked me as “made of paper.” I walked over and patted him on the shoulder. He broke. Oh, no, it was his collarbone that broke. Today, I caught the Minister of Revenue sneaking the money for Yellow River repairs into his own pocket. I got so mad that I coughed twice and accidentally squeezed the stone lion guarding my father’s study into powder. My father was so terrified he nearly died on the spot. He hugged me and cried, “My darling, don’t strain yourself!” Later, I bonded with a [Royal Family Gossip System]. I discovered that none of the officials at court had any secrets from me: · The upright and incorruptible Grand Tutor was made to kneel on a washboard by his daughter-in-law last night; · The censor who wants to impeach my father for being incompetent has an illegitimate son drinking wine at a brothel downstairs; · The prince who commands troops is planning a rebellion at the eastern granary at midnight tonight. My father was still fretting over the corrupt officials, so I had someone write down the color of the rebellion leader’s underwear and slip him a note. Father: ??? Later, an enemy nation invaded, threatening to raze the imperial palace. For once, I left my chambers and lightly stamped my foot on the city wall. Half the wall collapsed, and the enemy troops were dumbfounded. My father asked in a trembling voice, “My child, what exactly are you trying to do?” I sniffled and said plaintively, “Father”