I'm a little yellow chick, and I live at the manor.
One day, on a whim, I went to visit the husky.
I took some imperial bamboo grass with me, planning to pluck its little whiskers.
Somehow, I slipped and went sprawling in the mud.
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The blurb above has absolutely nothing to do with this story.
A few things to know before reading:
1. This story is just to commemorate my time playing Jian Wang 3 and some of my random ideas.
2. I first started playing Jian Wang 3 in the 1990s. I've now made an alt to clear the map, so the update speed is directly proportional to how fast I clear it.
3. I've given up trying to cure my end-stage hand disability. My silly, sweet Second Young Master is hopeless at using his skills, so most battle scenes will rely on imagination. Schemes and conspiracies are pretty much out of the picture.
4. I've eaten the timeline and logic as a snack to go with my drinks.
5. This series might be finished someday, if I'm still around.
