Building a Harmonious Harem in the Qing Dynasty Through Mind Reading

Little angels, please wiggle your fingers and add these upcoming stories to your reading lists~

"A Qing Dynasty Transmigration: My Little One Doesn't Like the Rat Race" ↓

"A Qing Dynasty Transmigration: I Found an Amnesiac Kangxi" ↓

Story Blurb

Everyone knows that Borjigit Hailanzhu was history's acknowledged favorite, an exception to the rules.

And Lanzhu transmigrated one day into the life of this woman whom later generations would envy.

However, though she alone enjoyed the emperor's favor, her son died young, her sisters turned against her, and she passed away at just thirty.

Feeling the fierce power struggles in the imperial palace, Lanzhu quietly took stock of her palace-intrigue skills: none.

A total washout at palace intrigue, Lanzhu quietly clung to the biggest golden thigh she could find.

In this perilous palace, all she could do was keep her head down and survive.

*

When God closes one door, he opens a window.

Though Lanzhu had zero skill at palace intrigue, she discovered she could hear the inner thoughts of things.

The bracelet on Noble Consort Namuzhong's wrist: "Oh no, His Majesty didn't come to Lindi Palace today. I'm doomed."

Her aunt, Empress Dowager Zhezhe, looked dignified and stern. When she heard a concubine was pregnant, the long hairpin in her hair thought: "It's my time to make an appearance again."

She was so frightened she took a sip of water to calm down, only for the cup in her hand to say, "Don't touch me. I'm poisonous."

And so Lanzhu had thousands upon thousands of spies all to herself.

In the end, the concubines who'd been put through the wringer by her mind-reading ability all obediently sheathed their claws and began preaching sisterly harmony.

*

The harem gradually grew harmonious, and Lanzhu was very pleased.

There was just one thing: why did this golden thigh look so much like her ex-boyfriend from her previous life?

Could her ex have been some royal noble who'd been lost outside the palace?

Then one night, she heard him grind his teeth in his sleep as he called out the name of her current-life boyfriend.

All right, mystery solved.

Get the washboard ready.

P.S. 1. The male lead transmigrates here later in the story.

2. There are many liberties taken with the setting.

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"A Qing Dynasty Transmigration: My Little One Doesn't Like the Rat Race"

The little fox Yifan was the cutest male fox in his clan.

He loved to play and cause trouble. One day, he wandered into a forbidden part of the clan grounds. A flash of white light, and he found himself in a strange world.

It was warm all around him, so cozy that he felt as if he had returned to the womb.

When he was born, he found himself staring into a pair of dark eyes. "?"

*

Yifan thought life in this world was wonderful. His mother and father loved each other deeply.

Whatever he wanted, someone brought it to him.

Lazing in the sun every day was delightful, and no one forced him to study the clan's inherited teachings.

All it took was a little pouting, and even the usually stern First Consort Zhezhe would give him a snack.

The foolish Fulin was always running after him, too.

Free and unrestrained, he was the happiest little fox.

*

But could someone please tell him what this thing was?

[Congratulations, Host, you have activated the Rat Race System. Starting now, a 24/7 work schedule will be in effect.]

"One point puts you ahead of an entire schoolyard. One point leaves a thousand people behind. Host, get moving!"

Yifan glanced aside, pouted, and decided to slack off.

A moment later, he was hugging his scorched tail and tearfully practicing his writing.

Hong Taiji watched him. "My son needn't work so hard." After all, everything I've conquered will be yours.

The venerable minister Aobai looked gratified. "His Majesty has a worthy successor." Dorgon surely won't be able to make trouble now.

From then on, Yifan was forced to study Manchu, Mongolian, and even modern science and technology in his sleep.

Eventually, not only did Namuzhong force Bomubogor to join the rat race, but even the underachiever Fulin was made to work 996.

*

Yifan gazed up at the sky. "Life is so hard."

With a plop, an apricot fell to the ground.

A girl dressed as a boy perched on the wall and winked at him. "How about we go play?"

Upcoming Story: "A Qing Dynasty Transmigration: I Found an Amnesiac Kangxi"

Yu Xiaoxiao was born in the apocalypse, one of the rare people with psychic abilities.

She was withdrawn and powerful. Beneath her frail, pitiful exterior lay a violent and vicious nature.

Now and then, someone would see her looking delicate and tearful as she stamped on a zombie's head and snapped its arm, all while crying.

The knife spinning in her hand would whoosh through the air, spraying the zombie's pale brains everywhere.

Then one day, she found herself in a dynasty called the Great Qing. The lush green vegetable fields were nothing like the heaps of corpses she'd been used to.

Her starving mother, skin and bones, handed her a small hoe. Her little brother behind her was crying to be fed.

Her mother said, "Go cut some pigweed."

She said, "?"

- -

Kangxi was on a southern inspection tour when he discovered that some of the corrupt officials had escaped justice. Wounded by an assassin, he collapsed by the roadside.

When he woke, he saw a pair of delicate hands. The woman was frail and charming, her figure as willowy as a breeze-tossed willow. Every frown and smile of hers was lovely and shy.

When she saw he was awake, she wore an expression of exquisite vulnerability and offered him the little hoe in her hands. As he touched her hand, he could feel her trembling with nervousness and shyness.

She said, "Could you do me a favor?"

And so, when Kangxi returned at night after occasionally cutting pigweed, he would see the young woman sitting in a tree, her skirt spattered with blood, a blade of grass in her mouth, smiling softly at him.

- -

Once Kangxi recovered his memories, he finally escaped the days of cutting pigweed.

How could a young emperor, born to such lofty status, associate with people like them?

That day, as the people bowed before him, his golden palanquin was raised high. His armed guards stood in dense ranks, their heads bowed as they awaited the young emperor, renowned since childhood, to return to the palace.

Inside the small palanquin heading back to the palace, the fragile and helpless Yu Xiaoxiao leaned against the seat, pressed her lips together, and gave everyone a frightened, timid smile.

- -

Ever since Emperor Kangxi returned to the palace, all the consorts felt that life had become much harder.

That shameless woman acted all coy and charming, but she was rotten to the core.

They couldn't go on living like this.

Theme: What you can't forget will find its way back to you.