Reborn in the first year of the Yongzheng reign, Consort Duan had thought she would have to walk the same cold, lonely road all over again.
Unexpectedly, a line of text suddenly appeared before her eyes: [Ahhh, big sis is finally awake! This time, we’re teaming up to take down the harem!]
She froze. Could this be a divine revelation?
Then the comments began flooding in: [Consort Hua is about to come looking for trouble! Quick, pretend you’re sick!] [The Emperor will summon Zhen Huan tonight, but you can intercept her halfway!]
Consort Duan narrowed her eyes. So in this life, she held the greatest trump card of all.
The thoughts of every official in the court, even the Emperor himself, were playing out before her in real time as scrolling comments.
At first, she only wanted to live in peace, until one day she saw a line of golden text drift by:
[Actually, Consort Duan is the true phoenix destined for the throne. If Yongzheng hadn’t used underhanded methods to kill her whole family...]
Well, well!
All I wanted was to live out my days in peace.
But if that’s how it is, then I’ll fight you all to the death!
