I Built Nuclear Fusion in the Cold Palace

A concubine cast aside in the cold palace? Poisoned? From the start, armed with formula blueprints, she builds nuclear fusion by hand in a dilapidated palace. A powerful minister mocks her for being delusional, only to gape in disbelief at ten thousand mu of fertile fields irrigated by nuclear power. A rival frames her for practicing witchcraft, only to have the palace overturned by the reactor’s energy field. Shen Qingci says, “Palace intrigue is a low-dimensional game. Nuclear fusion is the ultimate key to turning a dynasty’s fortunes around!” But why does the emperor, who keeps chasing her for the formula for an “artificial sun,” look more and more like the hapless lab partner from her previous life?

The day she was banished to the cold palace, Shen Qingci swore amid the crumbling walls, “Whoever harms me will learn just how powerful controlled nuclear fusion can be!” No electricity? She’ll build a power supply! No heat? Fusion will keep them warm! From using nuclear-powered torture devices to face-slap wicked servants, to using her reactor to intimidate the throne, this workaholic of the cold palace rises to the top with hard science, turning the ruined palace into the dynasty’s energy hub. Until the scheming emperor crouches beside the reactor and begs to cooperate: “My beloved consort, share half of your ‘sun’ with me?”