The most tragic thing in the world isn't transmigrating into the age of the numbered princes and becoming a lowly maid, ordered around by the princes until you're emotionally and physically battered. It's when the numbered princes transmigrate into your own time, while you're still doing a maid's work, exhausting yourself in the process and ending up worn out and resentful.
Fourth Master: Miss Qiao, the water in that big barrel is gone. I'm thirsty.
Fourth Master, that's called a water cooler... How about you drink this first?
Eighth Master: Min'en, these are the clothes I just bought. I don't think I know how to iron them.
Eighth Master, these clothes are wrinkle-free... All right, I promise I'll hang them up.
Thirteenth Master: Sister Min, I heard from a classmate that there's a big Qing Dynasty production coming out soon. Could you buy me two tickets?
Little Thirteen, our TV is thirty-seven inches. You can watch it for as long as you like. Never mind, I'll tell you: it's called a movie...
Fourteenth Master: Woman, I want to eat that... what was it... the noodles you made last night. I want them again today.
You little brat! If I can't handle your brother, I can at least handle you! We're having zhajiangmian today!
Sixteenth Master: Sister Minmin, can I go play at Xixi's house today?
From then on, there was no end to the exasperation.
All right, all right, enough already. In ancient times, Zhuge Liang debated the assembled scholars; today, Qiao Min'en takes on all the princes.
You little Aisin Gioro rascals, get ready for this!
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