Zhen Huan Transmigrates to the Hongwu Era to Compete for the Emperor's Favor

The northern wind whipped snowflakes against the vermilion palace walls of the Forbidden City. Zhen Huan, or rather, the low-ranking imperial consort who now inhabited this body, Zhou Qing'er, pulled her worn fox-fur coat tighter and gazed out at the snow-covered courtyard. A few spindly plum trees trembled in the gale. Their sparse buds had turned purple from the cold, nothing like the proud, famed plum trees in the Forbidden City's imperial garden.

"My lady, the charcoal... I managed to bring some back, but it's poor quality and smokes a lot..." The maid Xiaoque held a battered copper brazier. Inside, a few black lumps of charcoal smoldered feebly...