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Blurb:
Fu Chang drowned while trying to save someone and received a System.
The System promised to take her to cultivate immortality, but the two of them crashed along the way and landed in the Great Qing. The System hastily placed her in the womb of the reigning Empress, Hesheli, making her an unofficial member of the imperial princes' ranks.
Fu Chang cried as if she wanted to die.
What descendant of China hasn't dreamed of cultivating immortality?
The System could only console her: Since you're here, make the best of it.
Its System space held countless golden finger skills. Just a few of them would be enough to make her out to be a one-of-a-kind lucky star, blessed beyond compare. Her father would be an emperor, her younger brother an emperor, and her nephew an emperor too... Wasn't living a life of comfort and luxury much more fun than cultivating immortality?
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Kangxi noticed that ever since Empress Hesheli became pregnant with twins, strange things kept happening around him.
First, bizarre arrows appeared in the air, leading him to discover that someone in the harem was plotting against the imperial heirs.
Then he suddenly found he could understand the horses' whinnies and discovered that someone had tampered with a saddle.
Warnings of earthquakes kept appearing on memorials and on every piece of furniture or utensil he laid eyes on.
As the Empress's due date drew near, he even had a month of terrifying nightmares in which she suffered severe bleeding after giving birth and left him forever!
He consulted the imperial elders and the shamans.
All he got in reply were eight words: "A blessed girl descends upon the imperial house."
Kangxi fell into deep thought: Relying on his daughter might not be such a bad idea!
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As time went on, Fu Chang grew more and more certain she'd been tricked.
She hadn't seen a single one of the golden fingers the System had promised!
The System, however, had plenty to say in its defense: Didn't you get to live in the Palace of Heavenly Purity?
Fu Chang: Well, yes.
System: Is your imperial mother still alive?
Fu Chang: Yes.
System: The heir to the empire has become your lackey.
Your little brother peels grapes for you and could circle the dining table twice over.
You weren't sent away to marry a foreign prince, and your princess's residence is three times larger than a prince's mansion.
Everyone under heaven praises you as the blessing of the Great Qing.
Tell me, haven't you enjoyed all that wealth and luxury?
Fu Chang fell silent.
Reader's Guide:
This novel is also known as Why Have All My Golden Fingers Stopped Working?
1. There are many kinds of golden fingers, and they all take effect on the people around the female lead.
2. Golden fingers are temporary, not permanent.
3. The female lead gets a head start. The Crown Prince and all the princes below him are her little brothers.
4. Empress Hesheli survives, and the beloved and true love buffs are both maxed out.
Blurb:
Fucha Yayín, the Qianlong Emperor's first wife from his youth.
At fifteen, she married Hongli, then still an unmarried prince, and became his principal consort, managing his household and caring for his inner court.
At twenty-one, Hongli became Prince Bao of the First Rank, and she became the consort of a prince.
At twenty-five, Hongli ascended the throne. She was made Empress, mother of the empire, and took charge of the six palaces.
She died of illness at the age of thirty-six.
In her lifetime, she gave birth to two sons and two daughters, but none of them survived except Hejing.
After she died, Hongli, who had supported her through most of their lives together, made Consort Xian an Imperial Noble Consort in charge of the six palaces, and later made her Empress. When this successor Empress Xian was effectively deposed without a formal abolition of her title, he made the Wei clan an Imperial Noble Consort.
In the end, what people called deep devotion was still no match for the passage of time.
Before her wedding, Fucha Yayin had a long, long dream. In it, she lived through her entire life.
When the sound of drums and gongs outside her door woke her, she couldn't tell whether it had all been a dream or whether Heaven had taken pity on her and given her another chance.
Even after the long, exhausting day of her wedding, she still couldn't calm herself.
When her red bridal veil was lifted and she saw the face of the man who had been her husband in the dream, Yayin finally realized that everything she'd seen had truly happened!
This time, the pen of fate was in her hands. Now, let us see how she fills the regrets of that half-lived life.
Content warnings:
1. There will be some creative liberties. Feel free to discuss the historical details in the comments, but please be civil. There's no need to let this affect your mood.
2. Suggestions are welcome, as long as they're offered politely. Help this clueless author do better with the next book!
3. The views in the novel do not represent the author's views, and attitudes in that era were certainly different from those of today. If anything makes you uncomfortable, please stop reading early. Don't make yourself unhappy!
4. The whole story has a warm, everyday-life feel. There will be palace intrigue, but not much.
Blurb written and screenshotted on February 19, 2022.
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*Completed novels:
The Qing Dynasty: Imperial Noble Consort Tong
[Qing Dynasty] What Could Little Ones Possibly Do Wrong?
The Qing Dynasty: A Palace Maid's Rise to Power
Theme: If you could live your life over, make it better!
Still can't believe the emperor's love, let alone this person is Qianlong. Who would be separated physically and mentally and have children with another woman? No matter how partial you are, if you have another life with another woman, you have responsibilities.
If you are so passionate and you still expect people to be devoted to you, you will not live long. Besides, the heroine is too burdened now. Can you free yourself as soon as possible? I'm holding on to everything, and it's myself who's in trouble
Queen: I am so touched, the beauties in my harem love me so much.
No wonder, there are three legitimate sons in the Fu Cha family, and the one who calls the shots is Fu Heng. This Fu Qing is so stupid! (Qianlong, can you stop being disgusting with me? You just favor other women and have children with other women, but you also ask the heroine to be devoted to you! Don't be swayed, heroine!)
Qianlong hasn't called the heroine by her name for a long time, now she calls her the queen.
Being a concubine and having a concubine is quite disgusting.
Not to mention, this poem really catches my eye after reading it too much. I hope it's not because my filter is too thick.
Have you forgotten the emperor? Yinyin
Yinyin: So I've fallen out of favor. That doesn't matter. If the emperor doesn't come, the harem will be my empire.
I thought of something worthy of praise: at least its subject matter is novel, and it is rare to hear people praising the city wall.
Still can't believe the emperor's love, let alone this person is Qianlong. Who would be separated physically and mentally and have children with another woman? No matter how partial you are, if you have another life with another woman, you have responsibilities.
If you are so passionate and you still expect people to be devoted to you, you will not live long. Besides, the heroine is too burdened now. Can you free yourself as soon as possible? I'm holding on to everything, and it's myself who's in trouble
Queen: I am so touched, the beauties in my harem love me so much.
No wonder, there are three legitimate sons in the Fu Cha family, and the one who calls the shots is Fu Heng. This Fu Qing is so stupid! (Qianlong, can you stop being disgusting with me? You just favor other women and have children with other women, but you also ask the heroine to be devoted to you! Don't be swayed, heroine!)
Qianlong hasn't called the heroine by her name for a long time, now she calls her the queen.
Being a concubine and having a concubine is quite disgusting.
Not to mention, this poem really catches my eye after reading it too much. I hope it's not because my filter is too thick.
Have you forgotten the emperor? Yinyin
Yinyin: So I've fallen out of favor. That doesn't matter. If the emperor doesn't come, the harem will be my empire.
I thought of something worthy of praise: at least its subject matter is novel, and it is rare to hear people praising the city wall.