Jiang Yuan was being foolishly naive.
She had already begun fantasizing about the historical deeds of famous princesses such as Princess Gaoyang and Princess Le'an, thinking she could learn from those predecessors how to live well as a princess.
Thump!
"None of that is going to happen, so don't overthink it."
As casually as if playing the piano, Jiang Ding flicked her on the head.
"Ah?"
"None of it is going to happen?"
Jiang Yuan froze, then burst into tears and turned to Fusang. "Sister-in-law, look at him! As the Eldest Princess of the Immortal Dynasty, tell me, are my demands excessive?"
"Are they excessive?"
she sobbed.
"They are."
"Yuan Yuan."
Fusang could not bear to see it.
She understood the feeling all too well.
The Immortal Dynasty of this era had no imperial family, no imperial family members, and naturally no Eldest Princess. This little one's dream of idling away her days, living in luxury with swarms of servants at her beck and call and a status above all others, simply did not exist.
"Ah?"
Jiang Yuan blanked out.
Then, in an instant, she put away all her sniveling and let out a long sigh.
She wore the desolate expression of someone who had seen through the dust and dreams of the mortal world.
"So, Brother, I still have to work?"
"Am I going to become a 996 wage slave?"
Jiang Yuan asked weakly.
"Very clever."
"As expected of my little sister."
Jiang Ding smiled and comforted her. "It won't come to 996. Everything will follow the Immortal Sect Labor Law. In my experience, if a person has no work and does no labor, after a brief spell of reckless pleasure, they fall into emptiness and despair, and life becomes bleak and joyless."
"The ancients said that labor gives