I’m Jin Mengmeng. The moment I opened my eyes, I’d become the most adored little princess of the Great Sheng Kingdom. My father dotes on me, and even the cats and dogs in the palace make way for me.
One second I was working overtime in the modern world, and the next I’d transmigrated into a pampered darling? This kind of treatment is almost too much to handle!
But the imperial harem is full of undercurrents. The noble consort poisons people, the chancellor plots rebellion, and everyone thinks I’m easy to manipulate.
Then, while tasting some soup, I unexpectedly gained a golden finger: my palate can commune with the supernatural. One taste tells me if something is poisoned, and I can identify the cause of any illness.
I can taste the medicinal properties and toxicity of ingredients, solve cases by flavor, and even uncover the Imperial Kitchen’s secrets.
Others rely on power to throw their weight around. I rely on my tongue to save lives: one pot of spicy soup cures the officials, and one spoonful of medicinal cuisine steadies the army.
The Imperial Medical Academy dubs me the “Golden-Needle Little Oracle,” and the whole palace chases after my wok spatula.
The Prince of Zhennan is a stone-faced devil, but his eyes light up when he sees me. He says my soup works better than military orders.
From the palace walls to the battlefield, from the court to the streets, I use flavor to rewrite the rules.
My adorable medical clinic spreads across the land, my food therapy alliance commands respect from every nation, and even enemy soldiers cry from the spice and beg for mercy.
In this life, I won’t be anyone’s pawn or sacrifice. I’ll commune with the supernatural through my tongue, command the fire of the Imperial Kitchen, and reach the pinnacle of medicine.
With a wok spatula in my hand, the world is mine. But this kingdom isn’t as enticing as a bowl of braised pork belly and a silly, grinning prince.
