The Years I Spent Flirting with Old Kangxi

A pampered young girl is stranded in the unfamiliar Kangxi era of the Qing dynasty. From a lowly bondservant palace maid struggling to survive in the cracks To the favored Imperial Noble Consort, beloved above all the women in the palace If you asked her the secret to her success, she would blush and smile shyly. "There's no special trick. Just keep flirting. Once you win him over, he's yours." As they say, Deep love has never been enough to hold someone; only a clever approach can win a heart. Scene: When Yueying was still a palace maid, Kangxi: "What are you dawdling for? Hurry over here and attend to me." But after Yueying became the Imperial Noble Consort, Kangxi: "What's troubling you, Noble Consort? Let me give you a massage." A seemingly innocent and shy palace maid who is calculating and cold inside x an initially domineering and heartless, later devoted and shameless Emperor Kangxi This is the story of a romance-savvy, theatrical heroine who uses her extensive theoretical and practical experience to outwit the beauties of the imperial harem and win herself Emperor Kangxi. Reader's guide: Updated daily, though the posting time varies. If updates stop, there will be a notice. [60% anti-piracy, 48-hour delay] If you don't like the story and want to drop it, please just drop it. The author is truly fragile and will be very sad if she sees it. Dear angels passing by, please add this to your collection. I'm so grateful, mwah! Next story: "My Aunt Is So Bewitching" Princess Yongle Gu Hanting died at the hands of the boy she trusted most. He had the finest looks in the world. He would respectfully yet affectionately call her Aunt, and he would also send her to the underworld. Fortunately, she was reborn after her death. Unfortunately, that boy became the Crown Prince, second only to the emperor. Later, the people of the capital wondered how that country bumpkin from the countryside had become the person the Crown Prince cherished above all else. Only the country bumpkin herself knew how, on each long, cold night, he would hold her trapped in his arms, his expression obsessive yet fragile, softly calling "Aunt" again and again. Sixth Prince Xie Zhen harbors a forbidden love deep in his heart, one he dares not speak of. Like a flower blooming from the dust, it is beautiful and fragile. He secretly and carefully tends to it, his heart filled with uncertainty. Later, he became Crown Prince. The flower died. Theme: