Transmigrated into the body of an empress banished to the cold palace, Lin Dandan plans to coast through life with the fragile constitution of an overworked college student. But the dog emperor keeps testing her, and the consorts keep setting traps for her.
On the surface, she’s a delicate beauty, as frail as a willow in the breeze, too timid to even raise her voice: “Your Majesty is wise. I wouldn’t dare.”
In her head, though, her inner commentary is scrolling nonstop: [More overtime? I don’t want to work this lousy job for another day! No! No! No!] [Guys, anyone else think this Noble Consort might be seriously unwell?]
She thinks her acting is flawless, until one day the cold, taciturn tyrant corners her against a wall and says, unhurriedly:
“Consort, you call me a ‘loser’ and a ‘jerk’ in your head every day...”
“Could you explain what ‘CPU’ and ‘KPI’ mean first?”
Lin Dandan: !!! Help! My character has fallen apart so badly that even the System doesn’t recognize me anymore!
Even scarier, Your Majesty, why do you seem to be... enjoying listening to my thoughts more and more?
