[Transmigrate Into a Book and Turn the Tables] [Hongshan for Generations] [Instructor's Tactics] [Dreams Shattered Like Blossoms]
There are two kinds of people who have it worst in this world: those who transmigrate into a book, and those who transmigrate as cannon fodder. Ren Qianxu managed to be both.
She opened her eyes in the Cold Palace. Stale steamed buns, a broken roof, wind whistling in from every side: the place was more like the latrine in the King of Hell's palace. Then she took a look in the bronze mirror. Oh, great: the face of a "demon empress who ruined the nation," the original owner's mess, and the plot of a melodramatic tragedy, ending with three feet of white silk and a death quicker than a grasshopper after autumn.
Ren Qianxu spat. "Want this blessing? You can have it."
Even better, Jiang Bisheng, the legendary "tyrant" known for his brutality and lawlessness, turned out to be a fellow transmigrator: an internet workaholic and a veteran victim of the 996 grind. When they recognized each other, they didn't throw their arms around one another and weep. Instead, they eyed each other warily, like two bristling wildcats, baring their teeth while being forced to share a den.
A fake friendship between fellow countrymen? No, a "stale steamed bun alliance."
Surviving in the Cold Palace, navigating the court, keeping an eye on the Empress Dowager, and watching out for the Regent's dagger-hidden smile: Ren Qianxu wielded the original owner's Tang Hengdao, chopping down secret guards, stabbing assassins, cursing out consorts, and even playing the pipa in a music house to stir up the scholars. She turned the "calamity of a queen" into "the capital's number-one rebel leader."
Jiang Bisheng was even more impressive. A tyrant's exterior, a wage slave's soul: he endured humiliation and pretended to be a puppet while secretly developing military technology. Matchlock guns, gunpowder, the theory of people's war... It was like playing Red Alert in a feudal dynasty.
"We're rebelling!" someone said nervously.
Jiang Bisheng smiled bitterly. "No, this is called people's war!"
