When she transmigrated, she was dealt a terrible hand: the lowest-ranking dimwitted maid in the prime minister's residence. From the start, it was hell.
The eldest daughter, Shen Wanmeng, found new ways every day to bully and exploit her, and even the lowly servants spat at her. She kept her head down and did her best to survive, but by a twist of fate, she ended up in the bed of Xiao Yihan, a paralyzed prince. She thought, That's it. I'm done for this time.
But she refused to believe fate had the final say.
A concubine brought in to bring a dying man good fortune? Fine, she'd play along. Every day, she schemed about how to become a "rich widow." A vicious rival? She simply pushed her into the pit she'd dug herself. The whole capital waited to see the lowly maid thrown out, but she made a happy life for herself in the west wing, eating and drinking to her heart's content. When she felt too cooped up, she'd sneak out through the dog door and live like a street urchin, despite being a "concubine."
She thought she'd survived this journey by planning every step, meeting each challenge as it came, and clinging to her stubborn resolve inside this gilded cage. Only at the end did she realize that the man she'd thought cold and heartless had been laying the road at her feet, inch by inch, where she couldn't see.
It wasn't that she'd turned her fate around and won.
She had met him in her fate all along.
