[Master of Verbal Sparring + Mind Reading + Metaphysical Expert + Everyone's Favorite + Tyrant Falls Hard] Feel-good face-slapping! Hilarious verbal duels! High-energy metaphysics! Sweet romance and a triumphant comeback!
Su Miao, a modern metaphysical expert, opens her eyes to find herself the abandoned daughter of a marquis's household. Just after her engagement is broken off, she's stuffed into a coffin and sent to bring good fortune to the supposedly frail, violent, and short-lived emperor, taking the place of her legitimate elder sister!
From the start, she's on the verge of dying in the Cold Palace when a passive skill suddenly awakens: within a hundred meters, no one's thoughts can be hidden from her!
The eunuchs' malice, the imperial physicians' indifference, and even the repressed, icy thoughts of the tyrant on the dragon bed in the distance: “...So noisy. Useless thing...” Su Miao sneers. “Good. I specialize in dealing with people who think they can push me around!”
With metaphysical arts at her fingertips, she can change fortunes with feng shui, read faces and divine the future, ward off evil, and turn a coffin lid into a flying sword!
With her silver tongue, she can demolish wicked servants, put scummy relatives in their place, and tear apart fake sweethearts, exposing the filth hidden beneath their pretty facades! By listening to people's thoughts, she reduces every plot and scheme in the imperial palace to rubble!
She only wanted to keep a low profile and stay alive, but her abilities, and the gossip she's forced to hear, won't let her.
Trying to survive in the Cold Palace? She turns around and stirs up a storm at court!
A discarded consort from a metaphysical sect? In the blink of an eye, she becomes the revered ancestor of the “Divination Consorts”!
But why are the thoughts of His Majesty the Tyrant, cold on the outside and a drama queen on the inside, getting stranger and stranger?
“This woman's cunning... Should I kill her and be done with it?” → “Which other man is she looking at?!” → “...I'll give you half my kingdom. Can't you stay?”
Xiao Jue: “I am the Son of Heaven, and I will never be swayed by beauty, or by that damnable leak of my inner thoughts!”
Later, as he watches Su Miao trample evil spirits, silence the court with her words, and win the admiration of countless people, the tyrant clutches her waist, his voice hoarse. “Miaomiao, that dragon throne looks uncomfortable. How about sitting in my arms instead?”