Lin Xiaoman never imagined that the toilet in her family’s old Republic-era house would turn out to be a transmigration bug.
One night, suffering from a stomachache, she fell right into it. When she looked up, she was sitting on the edge of a white marble latrine in a prince’s residence, still clutching an imperial succession edict.
The cold-faced Prince Jing, Xiao Jingyan, demanded, “Demoness, why have you emerged from my privy?”
Lin Xiaoman held up her dripping-wet Hello Kitty pajama bottoms and trembled. “Um… Your Highness, could I borrow a tissue? I haven’t finished wiping.”
To stay alive, Lin Xiaoman launched a cross-border shopping business.
The ancient world is short on paper? Ship it! The prince is constipated? Sorted!
Toilet paper became heavenly silk for delicate skin, antacids became miraculous foreign elixirs, and five-fen spicy strips were treasured as rare tribute.
By hauling rubbish through the toilet, she somehow turned her life into one fit for a rich lady.
Until one day, the prince was framed for rebellion and the toilet cracked from the shock. From the other side came his anguished roar:
“Xiaoman! Protect the toilet, ”
Lin Xiaoman snapped, “Protect my ass! Shipping costs a fortune!”
