(This story is not sugary, brainless, formulaic, or a power fantasy. It focuses on the plot, so read with caution.)
He transmigrated into her: the daughter of a condemned official, a commodity waiting to be sold to the highest bidder at the Directorate of Music.
The cold voice of a System called “Redemption” rang in his mind. Before his eyes appeared a list of those doomed to die: Du Shiniang, A Zhu, Lin Daiyu...
Every beauty who had met a tragic end in history, popular tales, and legends was on the list. Save one, and you may live a little longer; save them all, and you can go home.
Tao Wantong tore up the list, but engraved their names in her heart.
Then she would tear open the shackles of Confucian propriety on her own terms, amass wealth and power, and shake the dynasty to its foundations.
Some called her a woman usurping a man’s role; others feared she would turn heaven and earth upside down.
Standing atop the Forbidden City, she smiled at the mighty Mandate of Heaven and the gods filling the skies:
“I want more than to rewrite their fates. I want to remake this world. Do women not count as people?”
The first time I read it was average, because it was updated very quickly. When I read it again, I found it more and more interesting. The author would like to work hard to update it.