Growing crops in the cold palace + building a home and nurturing her husband + thrilling palace intrigue + saving each other + a crazed tyrant’s exclusive devotion
When Su Wanwan transmigrates into the body of a palace maid in the cold palace, all she has is half a packet of nearly expired crackers and a broken storage room.
The System announces coldly: [Want to expand your storage space? Earn it through other people’s heartfelt gratitude!]
Looking at her three “broke” teammates, a mute palace maid, a lame eunuch, and a little girl who has fainted from hunger, Su Wanwan grits her teeth and hands over her last three crackers. “Stick with me, and you won’t starve!”
Before long, the cold palace’s rundown courtyard becomes the most bizarre place in the entire imperial palace. Xiao Yan, the sinister and brutal emperor who kills without blinking, keeps sneaking into her shabby courtyard in the dead of night.
He steals the half-moldy cracker she hid away and frowns. “Disgusting.” Yet he cannot bring himself to throw it away.
He watches her use “mysterious methods” to conjure life-saving herbs and strange weapons, his eyes darkening.
“Su Wanwan, can you afford to keep a true dragon?”
When the aphrodisiac incense takes effect, her burning fingertips brush his Adam’s apple. “Boss… will this proposal get approved?”
He grips her waist and pins her against the wall of cold spring stone, his eyes bloodshot. “I want more than one night.”
When the person in his arms shivers so hard her teeth chatter, the emperor’s black dragon robe is soaked through with icy water. “Just hold on… It’ll be all right by dawn.”
As morning light pierces the mist, she curls against his chest and hears his heart pounding like a war drum, its warmth more scorching than the aphrodisiac incense.
A story about a ruthless tyrant who obsessively pursues his wife,
and a clear-eyed, career-driven woman,
as they find redemption in each other.
