The Emperor Waits for His Castoff Consort to Beg for Mercy, While I Keep Her Fed in the Cold Palace

[The Cold Palace Comes to Life] [Multiple Heroines] [Farming] [Slow Burn] (The rating just came in, and it’ll rise later.) Lin Mo transmigrates into the coldest, most ill-fated palace in the Great Yan Dynasty. To outsiders, it’s a graveyard for concubines who have fallen out of favor. Women sent here either freeze to death, starve to death, or go mad. Even more absurdly, Lin Mo is bound to the “Cold Palace Happiness Self-Cultivation System.” He has to rely on the palace’s female residents to generate positive emotions in order to maintain his existence. If their emotional scores stay negative for three days straight, his soul will be annihilated. Just as Lin Mo is about to die from the start, the imperial consort is deposed by the tyrant and sent to the cold palace. The tyrant thinks she’ll be reduced to eating spoiled food and begging on her knees. Instead, Lin Mo provides her with heating, hot baths, a Simmons mattress, hot pot, and ice-cold cola. From then on, the cold palace is a living hell in the eyes of outsiders. In reality, though, it gradually transforms into a seven-star pleasure palace where fortunes are squandered. The aloof talent stays up all night gaming, the deposed empress is hooked on mahjong, the foreign princess won’t leave her cat, the woman general works up a fragrant sweat in the gym, and the Imperial Preceptor stares at the air conditioner, wondering if the Heavenly Dao has fallen apart. The tyrant sends women to the cold palace again and again, thinking he’s tormenting them. He has no idea that he’s personally sending all his concubines to Lin Mo’s happy place. Until one day, the Yan Emperor leads his army and storms the gates of the cold palace. Beneath the neon lights, he sees the former discarded consorts dressed in silk nightgowns, holding ice-cold cola and gathered around a man in white, smiling a thousand times more brightly than when they first entered the palace. The Yan Emperor breaks down. “I sent you to the cold palace to suffer!” Yu Wanzhuang leans gently against Lin Mo’s shoulder. “Suffer? No, Your Majesty,