The First Emperor Transmigrates into Empresses in the Palace: There Are No Harem Rivalries in My Palace

Yongzheng suddenly opened his eyes on the imperial bed. There was no trace of illness in his gaze, only a cold, imperious intensity. The First Emperor, Ying Zheng, had encountered a strange phenomenon in front of his mausoleum at Mount Li after the ceremony celebrating the unification of the realm. When he opened his eyes again, his soul had transmigrated into this dynasty called the Great Qing, and he had become the bedridden, elixir-obsessed Emperor Yongzheng.

The hall was filled with the rich scent of sandalwood, as if to cover the smell of medicine. Light from gilded bronze lamps filtered through the gauze curtains, casting mottled shadows on the floor.

"His Majesty is awake! Quickly, send for the imperial physician!" Eunuch Li Dequan's cry pierced the silence. He rushed to the bed, his face full of...