Shen Yu transmigrated into the body of a low-ranking palace consort. Hoping to retire early, she deliberately stirred up trouble and won herself a permanent stay in the Cold Palace.
No palace intrigue, no paying respects. She set up an iron wok and started farming, turning the Cold Palace into a royal farmstead.
One night, a handsome, cold-blooded “imperial bodyguard carrying a sword” climbed over the wall, his eyes glowing green with hunger.
Shen Yu instantly switched to her greedy merchant act and made a tidy ten taels of gold from a bowl of scallion-oil noodles!
Out of sympathy for someone just trying to earn a living, Shen Yu served the guard grilled kidneys while loudly complaining about the emperor:
“Bro, it must be rough working for a tyrant. I’m telling you, he hasn’t entered the harem in over half a year because he’s ‘not up to the task’!”
The guard snapped the skewer in his hand and sneered through gritted teeth. “Is that so?”
Then one day, the Cold Palace private kitchen became the talk of the court.
Shen Yu was forced to go to the imperial kitchen to receive the emperor. She looked up and met the familiar, sinister black eyes seated on the dragon throne.
The tyrant, rumored to kill without blinking, sneered. “Consort Shen, I’ve come to try your food. What are you going to serve me to ‘make up for what I lack’?”
Shen Yu’s legs went weak. I’m doomed! My VIP top spender is actually the living demon I spread rumors about, the one who can’t get it up?!
The plot is good! Keep up the good work!