My name is Zhen Jiao.
Wondering how I ended up with such a flashy, cool name?
I guess you could say my mom was a crazy fan of Empress Zhen Huan and steamed dumplings all rolled into one!
Dear Mom! I wasn't some freebie bundled with a phone top-up, either!
OK! As the author's beloved son, inheriting her insanity, and the male lead of this ridiculous comedy, I'm a one-of-a-kind flower in the world's garden, with a rich and profound legacy. So, I come with the following basic traits:
I'm a man, a Virgo, a programmer, a friend to women, into women, and my specialties are teasing girls, being a goofball, playing the flute, online gaming, being a rebound, gossiping, deep analysis of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationships, being the backup guy, and breaking up...
Then God said, "I'll open a window for you," and promptly slammed a door in my face.
I was just too outstanding, so why the hell did I have to transmigrate into some bizarre, made-up dynasty?! What do you mean the emperor is a weirdo who was corrupted by someone who transmigrated here?!
Holy crap, I turned into a woman, too?!
Holy crap, I'm now a low-ranking palace consort whom everyone bullies, with a nameplate that's stayed as good as new for three years because no one's ever summoned me?
I gazed at the autumn leaves drifting slowly to the ground. The knife-sharp wind blew toward me, silently carrying away the hot tears on my face.
I fell to my knees and gazed up at the smog-covered sky at a forty-five-degree angle. My grief flowed backward into the filthy ditch in front of my house. All I can say about this is: I'm willing!
You ask why I'm willing?
You ask what a man's dignity and integrity are?
All I can say is, because there's a whole horde of girls waiting for me!
Hahaha!! Not bad~\(≧▽≦)/~