After transmigrating, I became the supporting female character with a whole script for inner-courtyard scheming in my hands. I planned to keep my head down and grow quietly, but the heroine is a total street girl.
As the story’s leading lady, she boldly performed a classic rap at the Empress’s birthday banquet: “I pick up my brush and paint a journey to the West; beyond the mountains, more green mountains, beyond the towers, more towers.”
The Empress was stunned, and the Crown Prince was enthralled.
By the end, everyone in the imperial palace was learning to do the flower-hand dance.
