This is what a violent foodie princess and a feminine and ruthless eunuch have to say.
Second person, short story, you travel to an unknown dynasty and become a princess with a bright future. You can walk in this world sideways, vertically, backwards, or lying down as you like, but everything you do is for your eunuch male protagonist.
Once upon a time, you were melancholy, you resisted, you were depressed, you were dissatisfied, and you tortured your soul to the author of Stepmother: "Why didn't my male protagonist win?"
The stepmother author smiled at you: "Because I want to write."
You: "..."
Until one day, you meet your hero.
You: "It smells so good."
For such a fragrant smell, don't say no, even if you are a woman, you have no choice but to bend!
Intention: true love