Modern office drone Song Qingran works herself to death staying up late, only to transmigrate into the Southern Liang Kingdom as the idle, unofficial mistress of Prince Xuanwu, Ning Zhuo.
Her predecessor had nothing but beauty going for her, and everyone hated her. Song Qingran thinks: Isn’t this just paid retirement? As long as the monthly allowance comes through, who cares who the prince is? Whatever!
Then one day, the stone-faced King of Hell Ning Zhuo unexpectedly gains the ability to read minds and is forced to listen to her running inner commentary:
Tsk, that icy face is seriously handsome. Too bad he’s my boss.
When’s payday? I want to buy that new rouge from the east side of town and lie flat.
Ning Zhuo: “...” He keeps his expression perfectly calm, but inside, his thoughts rage like a storm: Does she know the future?!
To save himself and his family, Ning Zhuo grits his teeth and seeks out Song Qingran, who only wants to laze around. He offers her a devilish deal:
“Get my impossible nephew under control, and I’ll give you your freedom and ten thousand taels of gold!”
With early retirement as her ultimate goal, Song Qingran rolls up her sleeves and gets to work, albeit under duress:
Tame the little menace? With a modern one-two punch of praise and carefully planned lessons, she gets him completely under control until he calls her “Sister Ran”!
Deal with a scheming green tea? When the innocent-looking princess shows up to cause trouble, Song Qingran’s inner commentary goes into overdrive. Ning Zhuo translates it with pinpoint accuracy and strikes back, and together they leave the princess red-faced!
Escape a deadly trap? When Ning Zhuo is about to fall into a trap from the book, Song Qingran is frantic with worry. Ning Zhuo “hears” the key information and turns the tables at the last second!
Song Qingran only wanted to slack off and collect her pay. But now she sees the admiration in the little menace’s eyes, feels Ning Zhuo’s increasingly complicated gaze, and finds herself worrying about both of them...
Wait! Weren’t we supposed to take the money and leave? This is getting way too intense:
“Ten thousand taels of gold? Your freedom? Don’t even think about it, Song Qingran. All I have for you is a lifetime contract.”
