From the Start, I Sign In for the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body

Night cloaked the sky like ink. The cold wind howled through the broken window lattice, making a strange moaning sound like ghosts wailing and wolves howling. This was the forbidden part of the imperial palace: the Cold Palace. Even the eunuchs and maids who passed by usually took a detour, afraid of being tainted by its ill fortune.

In a secluded courtyard in the farthest corner of the Cold Palace, Su Chen suddenly opened his eyes.

Before him were rafters covered in cobwebs. Beneath him was a hard bed that smelled of mildew, and the piercing cold seeped through his thin clothes and into his bones.

"Have I transmigrated?"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.