[Sign in at the Cold Palace gates and get a “Manchu-Han Imperial Feast”!]
[Sign in beside a dry well and get a “Peerless Beauty Pill”!]
[Sign in beneath the crooked-neck tree in the Imperial Garden and get a “Voice Like Heavenly Music”!]
Lu Yunshuang only wanted to sign in at the Cold Palace, enjoy a quiet retirement, sample every delicacy under the sun, and keep her head down until she could leave the palace. But the aroma of her cooking wafted through the entire imperial palace and drew in the tyrant, a man rumored to be cruel, bloodthirsty, and wholly uninterested in women.
From then on, the tyrant was a cold emperor by day and a food-obsessed cat by night, climbing over the wall every day to mooch food and drink at her Cold Palace.
“My beloved consort, these kebabs are excellent. Bring me a hundred more, and I’ll reward you with the throne of empress.”
Lu Yunshuang: “Thanks, but no thanks. I’m not interested in being empress. Don’t keep me from signing in tomorrow.”
Very cool. How did you say it?