I transmigrated to the end of the Yuan dynasty and became Empress Ma’s younger sister.
From the start, the difficulty was hell: a drafty shack, Yuan soldiers ready to strike at any moment, and my sister so thin a gust of wind could knock her over. Meanwhile, Zhu Yuanzhang, the future Hongwu Emperor, couldn’t even afford a decent pair of boots.
I decided to cling to my sister and wait until she became empress.
Then I discovered that this man was competing with me for my sister every day.
Food, people, sons: the battle raged from Haozhou all the way to the imperial palace in Jinling.
Later, I fell into the harem, that great vat of rice, where Consort Sun made me pastries, Consort Li played the pipa for me, and Consort Zhang chatted with me about matters of state. Those beautiful ladies were all mine.
Zhu Yuanzhang slammed the table in anger. “What do you take my harem for?”
I answered confidently, “What’s wrong with making friends?”
My sister sipped her tea beside us and said with a smile, “I think it’s great.”
Zhu Yuanzhang: “...”
