I was promised a palace-intrigue plot, and transmigrated into the body of an abandoned consort in the Cold Palace, ready to wreak havoc.
But the System suddenly announced that it had malfunctioned and crashed. As a parting gift, it left me with a permanent “uncontrollable laughter” buff.
The day the emperor professed his love, I laughed until tears streamed down my face, pounding the floor and yelling, “That’s it? That’s all you’ve got?”
The next day, the palace headlines read: Shocking! The disgraced empress laughed the emperor to death. Suspected attempt to murder her husband foiled!
On the third day, a tyrant from a neighboring kingdom sent a marriage proposal: “I hear your empress has an unusual sense of humor. I am willing to trade ten cities for her.”
Bundled into the bridal sedan, I laughed like a clucking hen. “Hey, do you have so many cities you can afford to burn them or something???”
