(Qing) Today... Did You Have a Ghost Behind You? (Old Version)

Weilan (exclaims): Oh no! Zhaizhai (raises an eyebrow): What is it? Weilan (plaintive): I got into a car accident! Zhaizhai (delighted): Did you die? Weilan (sighs): I did. What should I do? Zhaizhai (smugly): Isn't it obvious? Transmigrate! Weilan (excited): Where to, then? The Qin dynasty was too backward, and Yin Zheng was too brutal, so that's out! The Tang dynasty was prosperous, but it had Wu Zetian, so a transmigrated woman wouldn't stand a chance, that's out! The Ming dynasty... Hmm, I don't like the beggar emperor, and Zhu Di isn't my type, so that's out! So... can I go to the Qing dynasty? Zhaizhai (cockily): No problem! I'm your real mom, aren't I? Weilan (thrilled): Oh yeah! You're my real mom, I love you so much! I'll get to meet the stone-faced Fourth Prince, the gentle Eighth, the gorgeous Ninth, the chivalrous Thirteenth, and the awkward Fourteenth, right? Zhaizhai (temptingly): Don't worry! You can even meet young Kangxi! Going? Weilan (nodding): Do you think I'm stupid? Of course I'm going! Oh, my beloved princes and their handsome entourage, here I come~~ Crash! A relentless downpour fell over Shuntian Prefecture for more than ten days. The dry riverbeds filled to overflowing! The floodwaters reached the Gate of Heavenly Purity! The drought was broken, and the following year brought a bumper harvest! Then a ghost suddenly appeared inside the Forbidden City... Weilan (staring): 0_0 You're Fulin? Shunzhi (enviously): That's right. Who are you? You're amazing! How can you float in the air? Weilan (in tears): T_T Don't... ask. Do you know how cruel it is to rub salt in someone's wounds? Shunzhi (understanding): Oh, I see! So you'll stay with me from now on? Weilan (eagerly): Of course! Who else would I follow if not you? I'll stick with you until the end of time! Shunzhi (nodding): Great! Come on, let's go catch crickets! The year was drawing to a close, and snow fell thick and fast. Beneath the festive celebrations lay a fearful sorrow. The once spirited young emperor Shunzhi issued an edict naming his eight-year-old third son, Xuanye, crown prince. Then, on the seventh day of the month, he fell gravely ill and died... And so our story officially begins! Weilan: This is a ridiculously absurd story about a woman who calls herself a real mom but is actually an unbelievably wicked stepmother. Jealous that I got to transmigrate, she sets out to torment, twist, and torture me! This is not a horror story in the conventional sense. If that's what you're looking for, enter at your own risk! This story doesn't involve overly complicated political struggles. If you like schemes and conspiracies, enter at your own risk! This story features only an unbelievably obsequious heroine, no lovesick she-wolf, and no harem. If you're expecting handsome men everywhere for her to take home, enter at your own risk! This is just a silly, lighthearted story about a woman who becomes a female ghost and then a girl. If you're a history expert, love hunting for textual errors, or are looking for lavish, elaborate, passionate prose, enter at your own risk! Our slogan is: Today, did you have a ghost following you around?