Fu Hongdou is a food and lifestyle streamer with millions of fans. She often shares poetic, leisurely moments and all kinds of exquisite dishes. On her birthday, a fan asked what kind of married life she dreamed of.
Fu Hongdou joked that she wanted to live in a huge mansion, have her husband send her money on time every month, and then never come home at all.
That night, a bolt of heavenly lightning struck, and Fu Hongdou transmigrated.
She transmigrated into the harem of the fictional Dayan Dynasty, inhabiting the body of an unfavored consort.
Consort Wen was of noble birth, but the emperor had no affection for her. Her status afforded her excellent treatment, yet she might as well have been living in the cold palace, with no visitors at her door.
Fu Hongdou was completely bewildered. Living in a palace, getting money on time every month, and having a husband who never came home...
Had her wish come true?
Later, Emperor Liang Xiao of the Dayan Dynasty suddenly realized that his harem was no longer what it used to be. In the past, the consorts had schemed against one another and fought for his favor. But now?
The harem was a picture of harmony. The consorts held hands and chatted affectionately, sighing over how carefree it was to drink tea, chat, pamper themselves, and play cards together. What new delights would Sister Hongdou have in store today?
"Your Majesty, the consorts are all having afternoon tea at Consort Wen's residence today."
Emperor Yanliang was baffled. What was afternoon tea?
"Your Majesty, Consort Wen is hosting a buffet banquet for the Chaohua Festival today."
Emperor Yanliang remained baffled. What was a buffet?
"Your Majesty, the Noble Consort says she's going to Consort Wen's residence for some soy milk and glutinous rice ball milk tea today..."
"Your Majesty, the Empress says the dishes from the Imperial Kitchens aren't tasty enough. She only wants to eat Consort Wen's hotpot..."
"Your Majesty..."
Emperor Yanliang, Liang Xiao, the great scoundrel, slammed his hand on the table and leaped to his feet. "Is this harem still mine or not?!"
He rolled up his sleeves and went to settle the score with that Consort Wen, who had always been so irritating.
Later...
Emperor Yanliang held spicy grilled chicken wings in his left hand and shumai in his right, pleading humbly, "My beloved consort, when will I get to try that milk and mushroom soup...?"
Face-slapping, followed by eating his words!
Reader's Note:
1. This is a fictional setting with plenty of original worldbuilding. Please don't nitpick the historical details.
2. A lighthearted, food-filled comedy and wish-fulfillment story.
3. A scoundrel is always a scoundrel, haha.
Theme: Wherever you are, live well.
