[Mind reading + gossip + System]
Cha Xiyue failed her tribulation and transmigrated into a book as a cannon-fodder princess sent away for a political marriage. After being struck by lightning, she gained a gossip System.
This was right up her alley. She was a little chipmunk herself, and no matter how long she stayed in a fox’s den, she couldn’t shake her love of gossip.
Every time she dug up some gossip, the System would boost her cultivation according to how valuable the information was. So Cha Xiyue began gleefully hunting for gossip all over the imperial harem.
[The tyrant is so pitiful! He’s got weak swimmers and struggles to have children, yet he takes herbal medicine every day and still can’t produce an heir. No wonder his fifty-year-old uncle is desperately fathering children. Is he planning to usurp the throne?]
[Wait! The tyrant wants to give birth himself? Which part of his body would he use? Tell me more! Beep, beep, beep... Why does my mouth get shocked when I gossip? What am I, a muggle?]
Weisheng Jing: Who’s talking?
[What? The empress has a lover? And it’s her childhood sweetheart, a noble heir who pretends to be a eunuch for love? He attends to her personally every night, and she’s even raising a child outside the palace?]
Shen Xirou: What kind of demon is this?
[Prince Duan is planning a rebellion? Because the tyrant can’t have children? So Prince Duan has taken ninety-nine concubines and fathered 108 little ones? And he’s still a virgin? Yikes, that’s one big green hat.]
Cha Xiyue rolled over and kept gossiping. The people in the imperial palace sure knew how to have fun. Ooh, that’s good~
A firm hand suddenly grabbed Cha Xiyue from behind, hoisted her up, and slung her over a shoulder.
[Weisheng Jing? Isn’t this tyrant impotent? Put me down! Don’t stop me from gossiping and cultivating!]
“It’s been three years, Princess Xiyue. It’s time you attended to me tonight. Whether I can perform or not, we’ll just have to find out.”
Ten months later, outside the delivery room, someone munched on gossip and spat out the seeds. “Your Majesty, just hang in there. It’ll be over soon. First births are always like this.”
