After staying up all night binge-watching a Qing dynasty drama, Lin Wan, a twenty-first-century office worker with a sharp tongue, suddenly opened her eyes. Good heavens, she’d transmigrated straight into the body of Wu Lianara Awan, the primary consort of Fourth Prince Yinzhen, the “cold-faced prince” of the Kangxi era!
Looking at her historically famous “ice-cold emperor” of a husband, Awan panicked. “Sir, can we agree on one thing first? Fighting for the throne is risky. Can we take a more laid-back approach?”
But Fourth Master’s gaze was colder than a winter in the Forbidden City. “A consort’s duty is to manage the household.”
Awan: “…” Fine. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Could ancient rules really hold back an independent modern woman?
And so, the prince’s manor took a sudden turn:
- The matron said, “Consort, you must hold your chopsticks gracefully at meals…” Awan’s hand slipped, and the meatball in her chopsticks landed perfectly in Fourth Master’s bowl. Fourth Master: “…” He quietly ate it.
- The secondary consort said, “Sister, did you know the prince dislikes women who talk too much?” Awan turned around and recommended some “modern inspirational wisdom” to Fourth Master. “You’re busy with work, but you still need to take care of your health. How about a bowl of my secret stress-relief fruit soup?” Fourth Master raised an eyebrow, but, for once, didn’t refuse.
- The fight for the throne begins, and an opponent tries to sabotage them? Awan brings out modern “office politics” and “public opinion spin,” easily defuses the crisis, and even boosts Fourth Master’s image as a “family man” in Kangxi’s eyes.
The cold-faced prince gradually realizes that his primary consort is a complete “oddity.” She talks to the moon and says, “The moonlight is beautiful tonight” (a Natsume reference), turns mosquito-repellent herbs into “scent sachets,” and even dares to slip him a note while he’s reviewing memorials that says “I lo
