The False Consort Bewitches the Cold King

She wakes up to find that she's transmigrated, and not only that, she's impersonating a prince's consort. How can that be allowed!

A short story, one-on-one, both leads' first time, happy ending.

It's complete, so enjoy!

Here's the blurb for my currently updating story, My Lord, Your Peach Blossoms Have Fallen:

Tao Man has diligently run her little shabby temple for over a hundred years, waiting each day for customers to come and make a wish.

Business may be so-so, but that doesn't stop her from taking on a little apprentice in her spare time or making the occasional house call.

Cultivating and weaving dreams, back and forth between the two, with no days off all year.

She thought that if she kept this up, she could ascend to immortality without a hitch and enjoy tea and conversation with the handsome young immortals.

But then she took on a house call, and step by step, ended up getting herself caught in a trap.

Oh, I forgot to mention:

This little shabby temple doesn't offer matchmaking services, okay!

If you want to find a partner, go see the Old Man Under the Moon.

All you random demons, stop crowding around! You're really getting in the way of my love life~

And you, why is a Taoist priest crowding around too? Oh, so it's the debt my own apprentice owes! Then I'll just have to help out, even if it's a bit of a bother...

P.S. This is a story about a simple little demon who focuses on cultivating immortality and unexpectedly finds love in her old age.

P.S. 2.0: I have a day job, and writing is a hobby. I can't build up a stockpile of chapters and don't plan to apply for a ranking list, so the stats are up to fate. If you like it, follow me and drop by now and then. I can promise not to abandon the story, but I can't promise daily updates. I'm a slow typist, after all. Just enjoy yourselves.

Theme: Dare to struggle against fate and forge your own broad path.