Scheming for a Consort in a Golden Age

Princess Chengyue, whose given name is Yan Wu, puts on the airs of a spoiled princess. But is she really a natural-born general? Some call her a femme fatale, some follow in her footsteps, and some guard her peace for a lifetime.

She picks up a bodyguard named Jiu Shi. Is he the one with the higher status, or is she, the princess? How can such a lowly bodyguard keep her completely under his thumb? She simply has no way to deal with him.

Reborn and transmigrated, she meets the son of the King of Hell and promises to keep him safe. The glorious peace of Chang'an is riddled with schemes and corruption, every step fraught with danger. Yet she has to rely on him to save her again and again. She swears that unless she conquers the realm to bring peace to his departed soul, she will never give up.

The setting sun falls over a prosperous Chang'an. Clad in red, she stands atop a high platform, with her at her side. Once, she was a spoiled princess. Now, she is the imperial consort of a flourishing empire. She is no mere consort to the emperor, but one fit to rule the empire, willing to take her place behind the throne despite being a woman.

He says, “I want no realm. I only want her.”

She says, “You don’t want it, but I do.”

He knows she is seizing the realm only to bring peace to his departed soul, so he helps her every step of the way from behind.

With the realm in her hands, she wants nothing to do with its affairs. Leaning on his shoulder, she says, “I don’t want to be emperor. You have the talent to rule this empire.”

He ascends the throne and makes her his imperial consort. Among three thousand beauties, he chooses only her, but she runs away that very day.

After one failed escape attempt after another, she hears him laugh. “Yan Wu, do you regret not taking power now?”

She smiles. “Of course not.” Looking at his gentle, refined face as he grins like a fox, she curses him in her heart. He says she is fit to rule an empire, but she has never once escaped his grasp.