Su Ci transmigrates into the body of a low-ranking artisan in the Imperial Household Department.
On her first day at work, a colleague is beaten to death for looking at the general for too long.
On the second day, a court painter has both hands chopped off for getting one brushstroke wrong.
Being an artisan is a high-risk occupation. Su Ci decides to keep her head down, treasure her life, stay out of trouble, and avoid this bunch of living ancestors.
But one day, while handing a tool to Huo Wushang, the fearsome general known as the God of Death, she accidentally brushes his hand.
The next second, the taciturn general unexpectedly voices his thoughts without changing expression:
“This is so annoying, so annoying! Is my armor crooked? He was sneaking a look at me just now. He must think my helmet is on crooked!”
Su Ci: “?”
“Is the new artisan made of wood? Can’t she see my sword tassel is messed up?”
Su Ci tentatively helps straighten his sword tassel...
“Are the Imperial Tea Room’s pastries even fit for human consumption? I nearly choked to death! Is Eunuch Li blind? Can’t he see the general needs a cup of water...?”
Su Ci goes over and pours him a cup of tea...
From then on, Su Ci is promoted from low-ranking artisan to the general’s personal “appendage,” tasked with treating his “madness.”
One day, the general corners her against a wall and says in a low voice, “Be mine.”
Before Su Ci can run, a cold voice rings in her mind:
[Warning: “Patient” has developed an attachment. “Contamination” has transferred. Your “sense of pain” has been taken away.]
