I Manage the Treasury from the Cold Palace

Gan Tang never in a million years imagined that a wholesome homebody like him would transmigrate!

After reluctantly accepting reality and preparing to make his mark, reality promptly slapped him hard across the face!

"Consort Tang, are you still dreaming of climbing the social ladder and becoming a phoenix? So what if you were the first male consort in the Great Zhao dynasty? His Majesty has still cast you aside! People ought to know their place!"

"Huh?"

"Take him away!"

"What?"

And just like that, Gan Tang inexplicably ended up in the Cold Palace, becoming the subject of everyone's gossip. Was he now destined to go hungry and wear rags?

Huh??

As if! He, Gan Tang, was an ambitious young man from the 21st century, raised right. How could he put up with this?

Passively accept his fate? Not a chance. He'd make a name for himself in the Cold Palace, and he swore it on the hundred buckets of instant noodles under his bed!

"Oh, miss, your embroidery is lovely. How about letting me trade it for a few taels of silver for you?"

"Wow, sis, this old dress of yours is nice. A few stitches to alter it, and it'll surely be worth ten taels of silver!"

"..."

"Oh, sir, that jade pendant of yours... Hey, sir! Who are you? Ahhh! A pervert has broken into the Cold Palace and is molesting me!"

A certain prince: "..."

"Chang Li, since you're so stubborn, I'll make myself clear today," Gan Tang said. "I set aside my pride and yielded to you, not because I'm greedy for power or wealth. I love you, but I won't abase myself for that love. Of course I'll be happy if you marry me, but understand this: I will be your wife, not your subject. I'm possessive, and I won't share my husband with anyone. You must spend your life with me, hand in hand, and even follow me to the underworld!"

A thousand words crowded his throat, but all he managed to say was, "Yes." He nodded firmly, drew him into his arms, gently wiped the tears from his cheeks, then kissed him.

"I'll marry you."