Qingyun found herself having traveled back in time to ancient days, with a splitting headache. She hadn't activated any ancient survival skills!
She couldn't compose poetry or engage in literary exchanges.
Sewing and embroidery? No clue.
Pleasing men? Even worse.
Farming or doing business? Clueless.
With no other options, she had to choose a profession that required none of the above skills.
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Years later, those who once served her, now ministers and generals, listened as Qingyun, who had ascended to the throne as the empress, said: 'You might not believe it, but I never intended to be the empress.'
The ministers and generals replied, 'That's right, that's right. Everything you say is correct. It was us who forced you into this position.'