Great Tang: The Carefree Lives of Little Sizi and Her Sisters

I'm Chen Yan, an eighteen-year-old failing author. My greatest achievement was bringing the short-lived Princess Jinyang of the Tang Dynasty, whom I'd written about, to life.

Now she's sitting on my keyboard in a ruqun, taking tiny sips from my last cup of milk tea.

“Little Langjun, dis milk tea is so yummy. Can I have some more tomorrow?”

I look at her sparkling eyes, then at my empty wallet.

...Raising a little princess who transmigrated here should probably, maybe, possibly only require an extra straw, right?

Then the bronze mirror lights up again, and a sword-wielding young woman steps through, the tip of her blade pointed at my throat:

“You insolent rogue! Let go of my little sister!”

I look down at little Xizi, happily sipping her milk tea in my arms, then at the Tang Dynasty's eldest princess standing before me.

I'm doomed.

Is this little house of mine, barely a few dozen square meters, about to be taken over by the Tang imperial family?