When Shen Tian opens her eyes, she has become an abandoned concubine, thrown into the cold palace to await death. Her predecessor was convicted of “bewitching the emperor,” but had actually taken the blame for someone else. Faced with a drafty palace leaking on all sides, she doesn’t wail or weep. Instead, she calmly takes stock of her supplies: one loyal but not particularly bright maid, a rusty copper basin, and the “shopping space” she has just activated. She trades her last golden hairpin to a crooked eunuch for half a sack of rice, secretly uses instant noodles and ham sausages from her space to improve her meals, and sets herself a goal: survive, then get out of here.
