The night I traveled through time and became a good-for-nothing princess, I wrote a letter of divorce to myself.
Moving into the shabbiest house in Kyoto despite everyone's ridicule,
Gunpowder in the left hand and spinning in the right hand, secretly cultivating an intelligence network.
Six years later, the treasury was empty and barbarians invaded. The emperor was so anxious that he vomited blood in the court hall.
I slowly took off my bamboo hat and said, "Excuse me, I'll pay the tax."
Behind him, millions of grain carts stretched for ten miles. The commander of the Royal Forest Army knelt down in shock and exclaimed:
"Princess... Where does this food come from?"
I chuckled: "Guess, why didn't the barbarians come to fight the autumn wind this year?"
