Who can relate?!
I come from a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, but secretly studied urology. Then a KFC family bucket hit me and sent me back to ancient times. The dignified crown prince of an entire kingdom throws up whenever he sees a woman, and the emperor ordered my parents to treat his madcap son and produce a grandson for him within six months. Afraid they'd be unable to cure the prince and flee, my parents sent me in their place, dressed in patched-together hand-me-downs, to face certain death at the emperor's hands!
I immediately argued with the emperor about basic biology: men don't have the right organs to give birth!
The mad prince's father didn't believe me at all. In a flash, he appeared out of nowhere, drew his sword, and pressed it to my neck, radiating bloodlust!
I dropped to my knees and kowtowed at once. “Your Majesty is wise! I was wrong!”
The moment I turned around and muttered that he was unreasonable and ridiculous, he appeared again like a ghost, held a knife to my neck, and ordered me: within six months, make his son, who throws up at the sight of women, give him a grandson! Or lose my head!
To save my neck, I put the medical knowledge I'd crammed for my licensing exam to work and did everything I could to treat him.
But that mad crown prince wasn't sick at all. He'd been faking it, plotting every step of the way, and now he won't let me go!
