Du Ruiyuan had been competing with Tu Weiwei since childhood, and as a prince, he thought he was entirely justified.
A treacherous old chancellor couldn’t possibly have raised a decent daughter!
Later, when he came of age and took the throne, he married her and made her empress.
Du Ruiyuan was indignant. Hmph, it was only because the chancellor forced him to!
Tu Weiwei was used to it. She even put up with Du Ruiyuan refusing to let the imperial kitchens serve her meat.
Unfortunately, fate had other ideas.
One day, while she was bathing, Tu Weiwei suddenly saw the assembled officials in the palace hall. She blinked, then fainted.
Before she passed out, she imagined the history books describing her in lurid detail: sitting naked on the throne with evil ambitions, plotting to seize power. She wished she could sleep forever and be done with it.
But when she saw Du Ruiyuan standing in front of her in her own body, his face full of terror, she decided this arrangement was actually rather nice!
They had switched bodies.
Du Ruiyuan: You used sorcery on me!
Tu Weiwei: My face is precious. Remember to put on a face mask every night.
Du Ruiyuan: I’m the emperor! You’re an impostor!
Tu Weiwei: Take smaller steps. I need to look dignified.
Du Ruiyuan: I’ll tell the ministers you’re a monster!
Tu Weiwei rolled her eyes and turned to urge the palace attendants: Why is the meat taking so long? Go hurry them up.
Du Ruiyuan: !!!
Later, Du Ruiyuan gave up making a fuss. He told Tu Weiwei to banish Consort Yu to the cold palace, saying she was too noisy.
Actually, it was because she had poisoned him.
Well, not him. She had tried to poison Tu Weiwei.
Du Ruiyuan: Tu Weiwei, is being emperor fun?
Tu Weiwei clutched her face in despair and shook her head. Du Ruiyuan, why does everyone want to hurt you?
Du Ruiyuan: I’m handsome.
Tu Weiwei: Get lost, thanks.
Good. Fine