Dream of the Red Chamber Meets Story of Minglan: One Smile and All of Bianjing Falls to Its Knees

I, Gu Zhao, am the only daughter of the emperor's elder sister and his own niece.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a world that had both Sheng Minglan and the Rongguo Mansion.

Watching Minglan tread so carefully, Daiyu's eyes brimming with tears, and that pack of hypocrites holding forth, I smiled.

You want to compare family connections? My uncle is the emperor.

You want to compare poetry? The masterpieces you haven't even written yet have already been published by me.

At court, a civil official denounced me as “a hen crowing at dawn.”

I retaliated by publishing his future magnum opus ahead of time, leaving him unable to write a poem and utterly humiliated.

At a banquet in the Rongguo Mansion, Madam Wang sneered that I was “behaving without propriety.”

Right there, I recited the future “brilliant masterpiece” written by her son and asked with a smile, “Does this poem sound familiar, Madam?”

From today on, I make the rules.

I'll protect those I want to protect and slap down anyone I can't stand.