Xie Mingluan walks a knife's edge every day. By daylight, she is a handsome young scholar from a humble family, promoted straight into the emperor's service thanks to her astonishing policy essays. But whenever the midnight watch sounds, the System forcibly turns her back into a woman, leaving her nowhere to hide.
As if that weren't enough, the new emperor, Xiao Jingheng, has a deadly habit: he loves summoning his close ministers for late-night discussions.
“Minister Xie, I will wait for you until midnight.”
At court, she tears into powerful officials with her salt and iron policies, every word cutting deep. In the imperial study, though, her body suddenly heats up and she knocks over an inkstone, scrambling to hide behind a screen. As her long hair falls loose, a pair of black-and-gold dragon-patterned boots stops before her
Xiao Jingheng bends down to pick up the jade hairpin she dropped, his gaze dark and unreadable. “My dear minister, you dropped something.”
On one side is her mother's wrongful conviction, still awaiting redress; on the other, an identity that flickers like a candle between day and night. Powerful officials surround her, eager to destroy her, while the emperor's gaze grows ever more feverishly inscrutable.
“I'm curious,” he says late at night, pinning her among piles of memorials, his fingertips tracing the contours of the throat she has transformed. “Minister Xie by day, or Minister Xie right now... which one is the real you?”
[Man by day, woman by night × forced transformation × emperor's exclusive devotion]
She can hide the truth from the whole world, but not the knowing smile in his eyes.
Very pretty. There is one thing. The repetition rate of the heroine's description of how she feels sick and thinks about things every night is too high. Can you change the way of saying it? And there is no need to tell her what she is thinking every night when she feels pain, she can just mention it directly in the article 🧐