I Started Winning at Life After Becoming a Consort

Xu Niyun wakes up to find herself alone in the Cold Palace. Unlike other transmigrators, she has none of their advantages: no System, no golden finger. Things go disastrously wrong from the start. Watch her turn her fortunes around.

Oh no, there’s the cold emperor and the devoted childhood sweetheart. Which one should she choose? Urgent answers needed.

When the virtual becomes reality, will your choices change?

Do you have a childhood nickname?

I do, but nobody knows it. (Of course not, unless a friend of mine transmigrated here too.) Xiangsi.

Xu Xiangsi.

What?

Xu Xiangsi.

What exactly do you want?

Nothing. I just want to call you that. From now on, Xiangsi belongs only to me.

Xu Xiangsi.

Shi Jingchuan, are you even human? Why do you seem like such a jerk?

Xu Xiangsi, I think you should change your name to Xu Xiangsi, “Wishing for Death.”

Shi Jingchuan, you can’t take a joke.

You are my Xiangsi.

Shi Jingchuan, stop talking. Where’s the imperial physician? Zhaoyao, go get the imperial physician!

Xu Xiangsi, I’ve thought of a title for our child: Princess Chaomu.

Shi Jingchuan, how can you talk about that now? We’ll discuss it later, please, I beg you.

Xu Xiangsi, I have only ever loved you.

I understand. You may leave.

In the twentieth year of Jianzhao, the emperor died. The nation mourned in profound grief.