My Entire Sect Is Full of Old Foxes, and From the Start I'm Sent to the Palace as a Substitute Bride

When other people transmigrate, they use music, chess, calligraphy, and painting to win favor and rise to power. When Ling Le transmigrates, she brings cultivation technology to the cold palace to conduct “biochemical experiments.” As the thorny disciple of the Penglai Sect who gives the sect leader a headache and makes the elders' hearts seize up, Ling Le transmigrates straight into the role of an abandoned consort in the Great Jin Kingdom. From the start, the cold palace is drafty, she's penniless, and all kinds of passersby keep trying to assassinate her in inventive ways. No problem. The dictionary of a cultivator has no word for “surrender”! An assassin shows up? Exorcise them with physical force! First, use a “firewood maze” to make you dizzy, then hit you with a “natural chili biobomb” to make you cry, and finally grab a stool and unleash a “turtle fist” combo. It cures every kind of defiance! A villain curses her? Scientific counterattack! You want to put a curse on me? Sorry, I understand musical resonance. I'll give you a late-night “sonic focus, midnight bell of doom” and have you terrified and gray-haired in no time, packing your bags for the psychiatric hospital before dawn. Short on supplies? Airdrop support! Her master can't stand to watch, so he airdrops a “sharp-tongued, tsundere mechanical wood bird” from afar. This big white goose can not only fly over walls and sneak into the imperial kitchen to “tactically requisition” roast chicken, but also act as a bodyguard and chase villains around, pecking their behinds! It's just... Ling Le gradually realizes something is off. Why does the deposed crown prince Xiao Yu, whom she was supposed to avoid at all costs, keep running to the cold palace every day? And why has that lofty old emperor started calling the wooden goose, which only knows how to steal food, an “auspicious sign”? Xiao Yu leans against the doorway, watching the woman who is talking to thin air and directing her mechanical goose to tear the place apart. The corners of his mouth lift. “My beloved consort, if you're tired of living in the cold palace, how about I go seize an empire for you to play with?”