Qingyun realized she had transmigrated to ancient times, and her head throbbed with pain. She hadn't unlocked any skills for surviving in the past!
Writing poetry and matching couplets: couldn't do it.
Needlework and embroidery: couldn't do it.
Pleasing men: even less so.
Farming and doing business: couldn't do either.
With no other choice, she could only find a profession that didn't require any of those four skills.
Many years later, Qingyun ascended the throne as emperor and looked at her civil and military officials. "You probably won't believe me, but I really never wanted to be empress."
Her former underlings, now her civil and military officials, chimed in: "That's right, that's right. You're absolutely right. We were the ones who forced you to become empress."
