Shall I go? ! What? What? Gods fill the sky! Why do we have to travel through time just to complain about our dissatisfaction with real life? Oh, okay, I'll just wear it since the conditions are pretty good. Well, looking at the silks and jewels everywhere, I can indeed live in fine clothes and live well, and no longer have to work so hard for just one mouthful of food.
What? Marriage? I won't go!
What? Don't treat yourself like a princess! Then who am I? I'll go, substitute? What a miserable substitute!
What? My biological mother, you are not a queen, but a concubine? Give me shit! Put it back on and start over.
After saying a series of question marks and exclamation marks, Murong Qiyi rolled his eyes and fainted.
Dragging this sickly body with the "aura" of a concubine? Pretend to be a princess again and run into the wolves of the enemy country? Where is shit not shit? That's it. . .