In eighteenth-century France, in the age of Louis XV and Voltaire, an era without religious faith, women took the place of Heaven. The French court of that era was perhaps the most splendid in history. Rococo art supplanted the Baroque style, and the center of power shifted from the church to the salons.
In an age when “all of a woman's education should be related to men,” the daughter of a stage actress glimpses the future, hundreds of years away, after an accident. She doesn't transmigrate, but she gets the chance to enter high society in opulent France. From then on, castles, fine clothes, beauties, money, intrigues... One sensational drama after another unfolds before her.
A solemn disclaimer: Although this story draws on some historical details and features a few historical figures, changes have been made to suit the story, including characters' ages, backgrounds, and events. Anyone who insists on strict historical accuracy, please look elsewhere! The writing is a little amateurish, and the plot has a few cringe-worthy twists, so read at your own risk!
An illustration I made myself
The Ball
Oops~ I find that my impression of Xiao Anan has begun to change... A man who looks like a fox... I like it, hahahahaha! Author's reply: I like it too, hahahaha
I think the adulterer is a bit of a weasel... He must have no good intentions, just like the male counterpart in a Taiwanese novel... I don't know if I will fall in love with a female pig and not have her for the rest of my life~ Poor baby ~ Ah! God bless ~ Amitabha! Allah! Author's reply: Hahaha
The adulterer is coming? Will the thunder from the sky stir up the fire on the earth, and it will be out of control? Author's reply: Adulterer? Where???
Tired of watching, continue tomorrow
Yes, yes, yes, Andre does not look like a standard Gaulish. Author's reply: Yes, Gauls
It's not easy, I finally have the chance to show it off
Handsome guy, handsome guy, do you have eyes the color of the Aegean Sea?
It's so hard to remember the name, so hard to remember
Is it what you saw in a dream?
Sofa. . . . Mine. . . . . . . . . . Be mine!