She transmigrated as one of Kangxi's concubines, specifically Zhang Shi, who was older than Kangxi and had already given birth to two daughters who died young.
Zhang Ning, a powerful survivor from the apocalypse, rubbed her chin and decided to enjoy herself for once.
Kangxi lived to sixty-eight. She would live to eighty-eight.
By then, he could be the old man with a young wife, while she enjoyed a long-life package of face masks and foot soaks. Who knew which of them would die first?
While the pockmarked emperor hadn't yet developed too many strange hobbies, Zhang Ning squeezed the purse in her hand and thought it over: raising two daughters to adulthood shouldn't be too difficult.
A dozen helpings of the northern frontier's scenery and Jiangnan's beautiful views, please.
The good father, Kangxi, wouldn't mind taking an old flame along.
Everything was wonderful, except...
Why was her daughter born ready to fight and kill? And why was she naturally strong enough to lift anything? Could the elixir of immortality have gotten mixed into the soup of forgetfulness?
Letting her daughter go to the front lines while her father guarded the rear, wouldn't that prick his conscience?
Zhang Ning could only pour all the wood-element powers she'd accumulated into her daughter.
When it mattered most, her mother had to be the reliable one.
She just never expected that her daughter would help her rise to the position of Noble Consort.
Even the next emperor grew very close to her.
Zhang Ning blinked. What had she wanted to do in the first place?
Theme: Striving for a better life
