Li Lingxi, a prodigy of the mystic arts, failed to ascend and woke up as a discarded consort in the Cold Palace.
While other transmigrators scheme against rival consorts and fight for the emperor's favor, she keeps herself busy banishing evil spirits from the imperial harem.
When her nemesis comes looking for trouble, she sincerely warns her: “There's a demon living in your ear, and you can still smile?”
When a palace maid brings her food in gratitude, she hands over a talisman in return: “Don't stop beneath any trees on your way back.”
When the stewardess mysteriously loses an eyeball, she remarks casually: “It's in the ancient well. That's the price of what you did in the past.”
When the empress invites her to admire the plum blossoms in the snow, she speaks bluntly: “Sorry, there's something filthy clinging to you.”
When the Imperial State Preceptor denounces her as a bringer of disaster before everyone, she laughs softly: “You don't have much talent, and you put what little you have into cultivating evil arts. You'd be better off letting me take your position as State Preceptor.”
Everyone says she's crazy, until the underground chamber is opened
A corpse that's been dead for days suddenly opens its eyes and lunges at the emperor!
The ministers are helpless, and the emperor scrambles to dodge. In desperation, he reaches out to her: “Save me! I'll make you a Noble Consort... No, the empress!”
Li Lingxi folds her arms and stands perfectly still. “A limp, worn-out old cucumber with failing kidneys? Who wants that? If I'm taking a position, I'll be the Imperial State Preceptor.”
At last, she takes charge of the mystic arts, only to discover that undercurrents are surging beneath the court.
A remote village asks for a deity to cure the sick, but instead summons restless ghosts that refuse to leave.
An ancient custom of “marrying the river god's sister” leads to a hundred skeletons at the bottom of the river.
Living people disguise themselves as ghost soldiers and roam by night, accidentally drawing out real zombies from beneath the earth.
A virtuous daughter-in-law “dies suddenly” while pregnant with twins, but her husband's family is in a hurry to bury her.
A child prodigy suddenly refuses to study and wants to take his own life, while a fool becomes clever overnight.
Everyone says the new State Preceptor is young, but solves cases like a god.
Corrupt officials and local tyrants tremble at the mention of her name, while the people applaud. The mystic immortal who came out of the Cold Palace can always find the truth through the fog
“Will you confess on your own, or should I make you reveal your true form?”
[Bonus Scene]
The emperor, once high above everyone else, kneels before her, weeping and bowing his head:
“Great State Preceptor, please, help me change my fate!”
Li Lingxi looks down at him, her gaze as cold as frost.
“Actions have consequences. It's time to pay your debts.”
[Reading Notes]
* This story contains original settings. The female lead is focused on her career. Please don't scrutinize the mystic arts too closely~
* The story moves from the palace to the common folk. The first 38 chapters cover the palace; clues are planted early, and after she leaves the palace, the story takes the form of episodic journeys among the people.
* Some episodes are based on strange tales or real-life cases.
* The story features a large cast of characters. Their worldviews do not represent the author's.
Theme: Do good deeds and don't worry about what lies ahead
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It's a bit explosive. Queen, there's no need for this.
Thank you to heaven, thank you to earth, thank you for your hard work~
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