Datang: the Leisurely Life of the Little Sizi Sisters

I, Chen Yan, am an eighteen-year-old street writer. My greatest achievement is to bring to life my story of Princess Jinyang of the Tang Dynasty who died young. Now she is sitting on my keyboard in her underskirt, sipping my last cup of milk tea. "Xiao Mianjun, let me have some grandma's tea for you, can you still have it tomorrow?" I looked at her shining eyes and then at her empty wallet. ... Raising a little princess from time travel should, probably, maybe, just require multiple straws, right? Until the bronze mirror lit up again, a girl holding a sword stepped out of it, the tip of the sword pointed directly at my throat: "Bold maniac, let go of my sister!" I lowered my head and looked at the little Sizi who was happily sipping milk tea in my arms, and then looked at the eldest princess of the Tang Dynasty in front of me. Finished His small house of dozens of square meters might be occupied by the Tang royal family.