The Three-Year-Old Princess Can Travel Between Two Worlds, and the Powerhouses of Both Dote on Her

The Great Chu had suffered drought for years, and the tyrant was fretting over whom to kill as a sacrifice to the heavens when his three-year-old Ninth Princess plunged headfirst into a bronze mirror and vanished.

In modern-day Beijing, right outside the home of the top-tier Chu family, a little girl in an ancient-style dragon-patterned swaddle suddenly fell from thin air, wailing with hunger.

The little dumpling casually pulled out a gold plaque to trade for a meat bun, and her billionaire grandfather went berserk on the spot. It was a lost artifact from a thousand years ago!

Thus began Chu Hua's daily business of trading goods between two worlds.

At first, her little pocket could only hold a few fever-reducing pills.

But half a pill saved the empress from a fever that would not break, and the entire Imperial Medical Institute fell to its knees.

Later, her backpack grew bigger and bigger.

She brought hybrid rice to the Great Chu, and the commoners set up longevity tablets in her honor. She brought back weapons blueprints, and the iron cavalry swept across the wilderness.

Meanwhile, the luminous pearls and chipped porcelain bowls casually bestowed on her by the tyrant were brought back to the modern world. Antiques experts knelt and called her their ancestor, while her billionaire grandfather woke from dreams laughing.

The tyrant of the Great Chu and her crown prince brothers: "Hua Hua is a living goddess. Anyone who lays a hand on her will have their entire clan executed."

The modern billionaire and her seven domineering CEO uncles: "Hua Hua is the apple of our eye. Want the stars? We'll buy the space agency."

Chu Hua sat on the dragon throne, sucking on a strawberry lollipop and sighing. I'm really just a three-year-old baby!