“A lazy, money-loving palace maid × a face-saving, germaphobic, deranged tyrant”
“Exclusive mind-reading + transmigration into a book comedy + extreme push and pull + unexpectedly adorable tyrant + cyber e-commerce”
Zhu Xingtang transmigrates into a book as a lowly palace maid whose job is sweeping floors. In her head, she indulges in every fantasy about the nineteen-year-old tyrant:
“With a body like that male model, I’d pay eight hundred a night, or get him by the month.”
“I want to feel the tyrant’s eight-pack abs.”
“I want to pinch those pecs while he’s asleep.”
During a grand court assembly, she accidentally taps Pinduoduo’s free-gift deal and drops a case of hiccups and acute abdominal pain on the tyrant! Even worse, their lives are bound together: when he gets ten paces away from her, his guts twist and his belly rots; when she pulls him back within three paces, every illness disappears.
To stay alive, the gloomy emperor, who hates nothing more than a breach of decorum, has no choice but to grit his teeth and keep her confined at his side.
Every day, Zhu Xingtang acts like a meek servant before the emperor, while thinking…
“Your Majesty, help me slash the price, would you?”
“Your Majesty, want a pack of spicy gluten strips?”
“Your Majesty, can I feel your abs tonight?”
Fu Chenhe: “…” His inner thoughts: I couldn’t ask for more.
You want money? I’ll present you with all the wealth in the world. You want good looks? Then I’ll tempt you night after night until you fall for me. All I ask is that you love me…
By day, beneath the curtain at the imperial desk, his large hand forces their fingers to intertwine. By night, behind the screen, he presses closer step by step, gritting his teeth as he pants, “Dare retreat even half an inch, and I’ll have you executed!”
Later, at their wedding in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Zhu Xingtang secretly rejoices: [The tyrant who once wanted to chop off my feet is my husband now. Tonight I can touch his abs all I want!]
Fu Chenhe rolls over and pins her to the imperial bed, biting her earlobe as he murmurs with a husky laugh, “Empress, back then you said eight hundred for one night. Tonight, are you booking by the month, or for the rest of your life?”
Zhu Xingtang’s pupils quake on the spot: What the hell! This damn emperor has been able to read minds since day one?
