On our wedding night, Xiao Zhi put a knife to my neck and asked me if I was afraid of death.
I took out my abacus and calculated an account for him.
"Your Majesty, the palace has lost five million taels in five years. If you kill me, who will fill the hole for you?"
He was silent for three seconds and put away the knife.
From that day on, I help him settle his fortune, and I help him protect his life.
The Eastern Palace made a stumbling block, so I turned the run into an advertisement; the imperial court deducted military pay, so I raised 700,000 taels based on an abacus.
The soldiers in northern Xinjiang had smoke from their kitchens, but Xiao Zhi quietly poured me a cup of tea late at night.
He said, "Thank you for your hard work."
These four words were the soft words he uttered for the first time in his life.
I am a modern certified accountant who traveled through time and became a cannon fodder princess.
But my calculation sound finally made this crazy criticizing prince cry.
