The Three-Year-Old Princess Can Be Double-Crossed and Is Loved by the Big Guys from Both Worlds.

There has been a severe drought in Da Chu for many years, and the tyrant was worried about who to kill to offer sacrifice to heaven. His three-year-old Ninth Princess plunged into the bronze mirror and disappeared. In the modern capital, at the door of the Chu family, a top wealthy family, a little baby in ancient costume wearing dragon-patterned swaddling clothes and crying with hunger fell out of thin air. Xiaotuanzi casually took out a gold medal and exchanged it for meat buns. The richest man's grandfather went crazy on the spot - this was a cultural relic that had been lost for thousands of years! From then on, Chu Hua began her daily life of reselling in the two worlds. At first, the small pocket could only hold a few pills of antipyretic medicine. As a result, half a pill saved the queen, whose fever persisted, and the hospital all knelt down. Then the backpack got bigger and bigger. The hybrid rice was dragged into Dachu, and the people set up a memorial tablet for her; the military blueprints were moved back, and the cavalry swept through the wilderness. The luminous pearls and broken porcelain bowls that the tyrant casually rewarded were brought back to modern times by her. The treasure appraisal expert knelt down and called his ancestors, and the richest man's grandpa woke up from his dream with a smile. The tyrant of Da Chu and the prince's brothers said: "Huahua is a living god. Anyone who touches her will be punished by the nine tribes." The richest man in modern times and the uncle of the seven tyrants: "Huahua is the apple of your eye. Want stars? Buy a space agency." Chuhua bit a strawberry lollipop and sat on the throne and sighed: I am really just a three-year-old baby!