The Imperial Consort Is a Professional Complainer (Qing Dynasty Transmigration)

After transmigrating into the Kangxi Emperor's court as Noble Consort Niohuru, Yunhuan finds herself in the body of a woman born into a distinguished family and blessed with beauty, yet cursed with a sentimental nature and an appetite of half a bowl of rice per meal.

She would even fall into self-pity over the emperor's favor, worrying herself sick until she became a frail invalid.

Yunhuan can't help wondering: why put herself through all that? Your starting point is already the finish line for most people. Why compete so hard? Wouldn't it be better to lie flat and take it easy?

Drink tea, admire flowers, raise cats and play with dogs. Let the wind blow and the rain fall; I'll just enjoy my days. I'm the Noble Consort. What have I got to fear?

Of course, the most pressing thing is to nurse this body back to health. That scumbag can go cool his heels somewhere else.

Kangxi wakes from a dream, shocked to find himself back in his youth, with a strange new ability.

One look at someone face-to-face, and he can see right through them, making him unable to help finding fault with them.

So this was how they really saw him behind his back: scrambling for fame and fortune, treating power and wealth as their only comfort.

Only Noble Consort Niohuru was straightforward and openhearted. She had no interest in competing for his favor, nor any particular designs on the throne. Instead, she was keen on all sorts of trivial matters, and was quite the mischievous one.

Kangxi watched her look perfectly calm on the outside, while her inner monologue ran wild.

"Consort Yi is wearing her makeup awfully thick again today. That lead powder is poisonous. Does she really love beauty more than life?"

"I hear a new chef has arrived at Consort Hui's palace. No wonder she's getting rounder by the day. Amitabha, the First Prince is looking so pale and thin. Could it be that mother and son have been secretly enjoying all the good food themselves?"

"The Imperial Noble Consort still loves to act spoiled. Does she think she's still a child, asking her cousin to carry her every day? Little does she know, her cousin probably can't lift her anymore!"

Kangxi couldn't help laughing. She really had a sharp tongue, and every word hit the mark. Though Tong Jia was his cousin, her clinginess really was sickening.

At least Niohuru wouldn't dare criticize him, so Kangxi let her words go in one ear and out the other, treating them as entertainment.

But just as he thought that, he heard a clear voice by his ear:

"I hear His Majesty got smallpox as a child. I wonder how many pockmarks it left on his face? Could there be more than stars in the sky?"

Kangxi's face darkened at once. You insolent wretch, daring to slander the imperial countenance! If I don't teach you a lesson, I won't be doing my job as emperor.

He was about to punish her, but then he remembered his previous life. Wenxi had been a beauty gone too soon, living to only thirty at most.

Forget it. He could put up with her for now. Why should a grown man pick a fight with a sick person?

He never imagined that putting up with her would continue until he drew his last breath.

Yunhuan had thought she would settle into the Noble Consort's position for good. But time flew by, and before she knew it, she had become Imperial Noble Consort, then Empress.

Yunhuan stared in bewilderment. Why did her retirement benefits keep getting better and better?

Theme: Face life with optimism