Transmigrating into a Shura Field: The Sickly Emperor and His Ministers Vie for My Favor

[A calculating, lovesick prince × a boisterous, hilarious princess consort + zany wish fulfillment + a battlefield of romantic rivals + national and family vendettas + spies within spies] Gu Qingmeng, a medical genius, steps into thin air and finds herself transported to an ancient canyon. There, she saves the lovesick prince Shen Xinghe and sets off on a journey to explore the past and travel abroad. Gu Qingmeng fights poison with poison to treat Shen Xinghe’s chronic illness. She also saves a young general who is gravely wounded, a cold-faced Ministry of Justice official who may be a comrade-in-arms, an aristocratic young master as delicate as a beauty who mourns the spring, and even gets cornered by the Crown Prince of Liang, who demands that she take responsibility for him. Gu Qingmeng is surrounded by a pack of wolves, all eager to curry favor with her in the name of repaying a debt. But she doesn’t let a single leaf touch her. “I admit I have delusions that handsome men will throw themselves at me, but I value my freedom. I don’t need repayment as a cure.” By a twist of fate, everyone gathers together, and when they launch into yet another round of open and covert rivalry, Gu Qingmeng slams the table in anger. “I’m a doctor. How am I supposed to treat your injuries with acupuncture if I don’t pull your clothes open? By telepathy? I’ve saved plenty of lives, and no one has ever taken the opportunity to extort me. Since you all want to repay me with yourselves, come draw lots and see who gets to be my legal wife and who has to settle for being a concubine!” The men exchange glances, then scatter in a rush. Shen Xinghe juggles state affairs and courting his wife. At night, he corners Gu Qingmeng against the wall, whispering sweet nothings and begging her to give him a title, only to get beaten until he bares his teeth in pain. Gu Qingmeng fumes. “Get away from me! I only gave you a few bowls of medicine, and now you’re using your position as emperor to get back at me? Where’s the justice in that?” Shen Xinghe clings to the bedpost and keeps grinning as he coaxes her. “Good girl, those black-hearted men don’t stand a chance of repaying you with themselves. Only I can cure your delusions about men throwing themselves at you.”