The Years When I Was the Second Generation Ancestor in Ancient Times

You travel to ancient times, and you don't want to be heard and reach the princes. You just want to be a second-generation ancestor who just eats and waits for death. "Master, what's wrong is that the limerick you just wrote was leaked out by some bastard. It was heard by the current Holy One, and the Holy One wants to summon you." "Master, it's not good. After hearing the limericks you wrote, those talented girls were impressed by your charm and rushed to become your disciple. They are all at the door now." "What!" Your forehead goes dark, you just want to be a second-generation ancestor who just eats and waits for death. Why is it so difficult?