In the three years of the harem, 27 time-traveling women died. From three hundred Tang poems to the physicalization of soap and perfume, they each showed their special abilities. And I am just a water-sealing master, specializing in Jinding acupoints. 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?"
