Overnight, Shen Weixi transmigrated into the Great Yin dynasty, where everyone envied her as a lucky charm. Because she had a face uncannily like the late empress, the grief-stricken young emperor broke with convention and made her his Noble Consort, favoring her above all others. Everyone said she was lucky to have it so good as a substitute. Only Shen Weixi knew that this overwhelming fortune was a death warrant.
The good news: The emperor was young, handsome, devoted, and his harem was as spotless as a newlywed’s chamber.
The bad news: The person he loved so deeply wasn’t her. At night, he always looked through her face at the shadow of someone else.
The even worse news: The Empress Dowager saw her as a wicked consort, the court officials denounced her as a temptress, and the few consorts from powerful families in the harem treated her like a thorn in their side. Every morning audience felt like a sentence of torture.
Shen Weixi (smiling): Fine. As long as the pay is good, I can be a substitute.
By day, she played the gentle, understanding “late empress,” keeping the emperor wrapped around her finger. At night, with the emperor’s eight-treasure pastries in hand, she shut the door and figured out how to stay alive in this bizarre palace, while saving a little for retirement.
Then one day, she found the late empress’s diary.
There was no romance, no tender love from the emperor, only one shocking entry after another, revealing a vast conspiracy that engulfed both the court and the harem.
And the late empress’s death had not been an accident at all.
Looking at the factions watching her hungrily from behind, then at the emperor before her, who was “head over heels” for her, Shen Weixi quietly closed the diary.
Forget it. She couldn’t keep working this job.
To stay alive, she decided to take out everyone and become the boss herself!
