When Chen Tu was still Commandery Princess Changyi, she was frail and sickly from birth, and spent her days worrying about everything and crying at the slightest breeze.
The thing she did most was curl up in her room and write her diary, full of gloomy indignation. It chronicled her tangled relationships with her princely cousin, an enemy state's hostage, a sinister eunuch, a gentle imperial physician, a stern chief councilor, a vigorous general, and more.
After breaking more than a hundred brushes, she finally died young at twenty, taken by illness.
When she opened her eyes again, a thousand years had passed.
People in the modern world called her situation transmigrating from ancient times to the present.
Chen Tu was very pleased.
Although she had lost her status as a commandery princess in the feudal landlord class, she had gained a healthy body and the joy of life on the internet.
She had just finished her college entrance exams and was guzzling cola, gaming like crazy, and blasting the air conditioning when the diary she had written as Commandery Princess Changyi came knocking.
[Do you know you've written a masterpiece for the ages?]
[Do you know it's only half-finished?]
[Do you know how many people have been moved by it over the past thousand years, how many have tried to continue it, and how many fanfics have sprung from it?]
The book spirit summed it up in exasperation: [You know nothing. All you know is how to drink cola.]
Chen Tu:
