The Imperial Consort Has Arrived

“A body adrift like duckweed, a life as fragile as grass. Half a lifetime spent wandering, every step a trial.”

Before the monk who interpreted fortunes could finish reading the lot she had drawn, Chu Yunqing placed a banknote in the merit box and rose to leave.

Her childhood had been full of misfortune, and for more than a decade she had drifted like duckweed.

She had been an assassin and a covert guard, living by the edge of a blade and spilling blood with a cold knife. She had once thought the love fate had granted her was a blessing, only to discover it was a pawn in someone else’s schemes.

But she had never believed in fate. Even when trapped in a desperate situation, she would carve out a way to survive for herself…

Behind her, the monk looked at her with compassion and softly read the rest of the fortune: “When the time has passed, misfortune will give way to good fortune. When your deeds are complete, you will attain the highest honor and rank.”