Feng Xilin was reborn as a young eunuch in the Ming Dynasty. She endured blood and tears at every turn, while the System that had lured her into this world kept playing dead.
In the bitter cold of midwinter, Feng Xilin rescued a boy from an icy lake. He was wearing a bright red robe embroidered with four dragon roundels: the Crown Prince of the reigning dynasty.
Ding! The Shared Joy and Suffering Curse has been successfully bound. The System, which had been playing dead all this time, finally gave Feng Xilin a golden finger.
Feng Xilin latched onto the Crown Prince's coattails.
She didn't know how to navigate palace intrigue? No problem!
Framed? No need to fear. The little schemer would glare viciously at her, then turn around and sob pitifully, all broadcast live to the Crown Prince.
Bullied? No need to fear. If anyone laid a finger on her, it would be broadcast live to the Crown Prince. The evidence would be ironclad. No villain would escape punishment, and no innocent person would be wronged.
From then on, she was known as the Crown Prince's favorite eunuch, and no one dared provoke her.
The arrogant head eunuch kowtowed to Feng Xilin.
The overbearing royal princes bowed before her.
When the Crown Prince ascended the throne, Feng Xilin became The Outcast, second only to the emperor and above all others.
She didn't know how to navigate political power struggles? No problem!
When officials argued over whether to levy a commercial tax or whether that would be competing with the people for profit, Feng Xilin went straight to the hometowns of the loudest opponents and broadcast the vast estates, gold, pearls, and silver held by those wealthy merchants and powerful families to the emperor.
When they debated whether to lift the maritime ban and whether that would defy ancestral rules, Feng Xilin broadcast the stars and the vast seas for the emperor to see.
The ministers submitted memorials asking the emperor to choose a virtuous young woman and hold his wedding. The emperor was displeased, but Feng Xilin eagerly offered to broadcast the selection of beauties for him, so he could choose someone he liked. After all, being chosen by someone who didn't love you and then left to languish in the palace would be a miserable fate.
The young emperor gritted his teeth, gripped Feng Xilin's slender waist, and pressed her down onto the rosewood couch.
"Do you think I'm blind?"
Theme: Sharing joy and suffering
After I Swapped Husbands, He Doted on Me
The Doomed Virtuous Wife Gives Up
Transmigrated as a Double-Agent Woman
Transmigrate into a Book: Life and Death Are Fate, Wealth and Honor Are Up to You
Falling into Your Arms
I Keep the Tyrant Alive
Does My Husband Still Abuse Me Today? (Transmigrated into a Book)
Mistakenly Becoming a Virtuous Wife
Madam, where are you? Where are people? Where are the people! Come back! Ahhhhhhhhh
Grab one. Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha