Modern-day heiress Song Tingmian unexpectedly wakes up as the dignified, virtuous Imperial Noble Consort in the harem. She plans to keep up appearances and coast through life, but her modern rebelliousness and spoiled streak keep making her “break character.” The emperor goes from shock to indulgence, eventually becoming captivated by her genuine, vibrant spirit. Meanwhile, amid palace intrigue, Song Tingmian goes from “I just want to lie flat” to “I'll protect your empire.”
The first thing Song Tingmian wanted to do when she opened her eyes was swear.
Above her was a smoky blue canopy embroidered with gold-threaded lotus vines, with thumb-sized pearls hanging from each corner. She had seen something similar at Sotheby's, estimated at eight million yuan and up. But she had no time to admire the luxury. She remembered that the second before, she had been speeding along in her Lamborghini, with a newly purchased limited-edition milk tea on the passenger seat. The next moment, she and the car had plunged into the Huangpu River.
So, was this heaven?
She tried to sit up, and a dull pain struck her chest. A young woman in ancient-style clothes immediately rushed over, her eyes as swollen as walnuts. “Your Highness! You're finally awake! I thought you... Sob, sob...”
Song Tingmian calmly did three things. First, she pinched her thigh. It hurt. Second, she looked at her hands: fair and slender, with pale pink nail polish, not the cool black manicure she had gotten. Third, she quickly surveyed the room: a rosewood vanity inlaid with mother-of-pearl, a Ru ware vase, and antiques on the display shelves, each one worth enough to buy her father a yacht.
“What did you call me?” Her voice was a little hoarse.
“Y-Your Highness, the Imperial Noble Consort!” The young woman cried even harder. “You knelt in the Buddhist hall for three days and nights to pray for His Majesty. After you fainted, you weren't quite yourself... Please don't frighten Fu'an, Your Highness...”
