The moment I was reborn as Empress of the Yongzheng Emperor, I realized I was living inside a book called My Transmigration as Daiyu’s Older Sister: Ten Children with Yongzheng.
The heroine was Daiyu’s sister, while I was the vicious, original wife who stood in the way of true love.
I looked at my dignified reflection in the mirror and remembered the scene in the book where Yongzheng filled the imperial garden with snowmen just to make the heroine smile.
I silently tore up the memorial I’d prepared, urging the emperor to share his favor among his consorts.
With a plot this absurd, I might as well give up and take it easy.
But when I began creating opportunities for the heroine and the emperor to get together, Yongzheng knocked on my palace door late one night.
“Your Majesty seems awfully eager to play matchmaker lately?”
