[Transmigration + no pocket dimension + mind-reading + beautiful, strong, tragic heroine + mad tyrant]
Modern executive Ji Furong transmigrates into the body of a censor's legitimate daughter, only to be chosen as a Jieyu by the tyrant Feng Yichen at the Empress Dowager's birthday banquet. The emperor, who killed his brother to seize the throne, has filled his harem with stand-ins who resemble his white moonlight, and Furong's peerless beauty makes her the most perfect counterfeit of them all. The imperial palace is a living hell. Consort Xin has her maid beaten to death in public, tearing away her gentle mask. It turns out that going unloved means death, but so does being doted on.
When Furong discovers that the portrait treasured by the emperor bears a 90 percent resemblance to her modern face, she stakes everything on her acting skills: the beauty mark must be drawn three inches from the outer corner of her left eye, the incense must be mixed with bergamot, and even the angle at which she falls into an assassin's blade must be carefully planned. "Your Majesty, do Miss Song and I... truly look so alike?" She falls, bloodied, into the emperor's arms, her fingertips brushing his trembling lashes. The tyrant smashes the portrait he has treasured for twelve years with his own hands.
