Fu Fei transmigrated into a book.
She started out as a noble consort and ended up in the cold palace.
A classic case of starting high and ending low.
The world thought Fu Fei was spoiled and cruel, and that she'd made the emperor despise her.
Only Fu Fei knew the truth: she had done it on purpose.
It was all because she knew.
Li, the emperor's childhood sweetheart, had been reborn.
In her previous life, Li had used Fu Fei, and Fu Fei had met a tragic end.
This time, of course... she'd get out of there while she could!
Did she really need to ask herself whether she could win that fight?
Wei, the emperor's latest favorite, had transmigrated.
She came with a System, medical texts, farming knowledge, weapons... She could produce anything at a moment's notice.
A transmigrator with a golden finger.
Did Fu Fei really need to wonder whether she could afford to cross her?
Even the little palace maid serving at her side was a female lead.
Her whole family had been executed, she'd been sent to the palace laundry, and then sold to a brothel.
Her darkening buff was maxed out.
And the one responsible for this wrongful case was Fu Fei's own father.
High up in the palace, Fu Fei felt as if she were standing on the edge of an abyss. Every day, she was careful, careful, and more careful.
She asked for no genuine affection, only to survive to the end.
So she decided to lie flat in the cold palace and live to a ripe old age.
Pretend to be sick, lie down, and stay out of the world’s affairs.
Eat well, drink well, and enjoy life.
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One day, the emperor suddenly remembered Fu Fei existed.
