In the twenty-first century, metaphysical master Shen Qinghuan is struck by heavenly lightning during a ritual to defy fate and change someone’s life. When she opens her eyes, she has become the sickly legitimate daughter of the Duke of Zhenguo’s household in the Great Xia Dynasty, unloved by both her father and mother. Worse still, this body is born wrapped in baleful energy, and she’s doomed to die before turning eighteen. Her only way to survive is to stay close to a walking cheat code: the Regent Xiao Junhe, who carries an overwhelming amount of Purple Emperor Qi.
The first time they meet, she throws herself at him without hesitation, like a kitten sneaking a bite, frantically absorbing the purple aura spilling from him to stay alive.
His eyes ice-cold, the man grips her by the throat. “Woman, what are you doing?”
Shen Qinghuan’s little face is deathly pale, but she smiles brightly. “Your Highness, your purple aura is leaking. I’m just helping you deal with it. No need to thank me.”
From then on, the people of the capital notice that the ruthless, decisive Regent who keeps women at arm’s length has acquired a clingy little shadow he can’t shake off.
She can tell at a glance whose home is haunted, identify which antiques are cursed with a single point of her finger, and help people avoid misfortune and find good luck with a casual gesture. While everyone mocks the Shen family’s legitimate daughter as a useless parasite who can only cling to powerful people, she has already become a revered metaphysical master in the capital by “eating” baleful energy and “absorbing” purple aura.
And the Regent, who holds power over the entire court, goes from telling her, “Stay away from me,” to holding her in his arms every night and coaxing her softly: “Huanhuan, is today’s supply of purple aura enough? If not… I have plenty more.”
