The Fourth Master Keeps Sneaking Looks at My Diary

Youzhen transmigrated with the Jinjiang Forum. If she made one diary post every day as required, she'd get a Jinjiang coin. Save up enough, and she could trade them for all kinds of goodies in the forum's built-in shop. Her eyes lit up, but no one ever replied, so she could only collect the one guaranteed coin each day.

Until one day, a kind soul showed up and kept bumping her post, getting into furious arguments with other users in her diary thread.

Each additional valid reply: +1 coin

Every 50 cumulative replies: +10 coins

Get the "HOT" tag on a diary post: +50 coins

Thanks to this kind soul, her posts earned more in a single day than she'd made in the entire previous year.

Youzhen's eyes curved into a smile: Beauty pills, health pills, storage space, a mini-fridge, here I come~

And seeds, seedlings, maps, warships, too. She'd trade for those eventually~

The future was bright, except the man she married was a bit of a disaster. He spat blood at the drop of a hat.

She absolutely had to keep an imperial physician on call at the residence, or she was afraid he wouldn't live to twenty.

Why was he so bad-tempered all the time?

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Fourth Prince suddenly awakened a strange and useless ability. A pink virtual screen appeared before his eyes, covered in diary posts he couldn't make heads or tails of.

It was pink, something only women would use.

But he had an account, too. He could reply, but not make posts.

This person's diary was unbearably dull, her words showed no reverence whatsoever for the Great Qing, and she made plenty of false claims besides.

Unable to let injustice go unchallenged, he decided to speak up and wrote his very first reply.

A passing forum user downvoted him: "Oh, the Great Qing fell nearly two hundred years ago, and there's still a deranged Manchu bootlicker defending it here?"

Fourth Prince: "????"

The Great Qing... fell?

Fourth Prince spat blood.

A deranged Manchu bootlicker?

His health bar was full again! (╬◣д◢)

He was a tough guy with a sharp tongue and a strong mind. He wasn't afraid of a flame war. He'd fight for another three hundred replies!

So every day, he repeated the same cycle of "breaking down, full health, breaking down," like doing sit-ups:

#I was just trying to explain what the Qing Dynasty was really like, and they keep calling me a deranged Manchu bootlickerヽ(#`Д?)?┌┛〃

#I just thought the Kangxi-Qianlong Golden Age made no sense, and it should be the Kangxi-Yongzheng-Qianlong Golden Age. They used the Qing history draft, which says we ceded territory, to slap me in the face for eight hundred replies ORZ

#I only wanted to explain that even a liberal arts graduate can reform the government. They keep calling me a fourth-rate scholar o(╥﹏╥)o

Later, Fourth Prince noticed the awful man getting roasted in the posts seemed strangely like him.

So these audacious diary posts were all written by his consort?

And every time he got roasted, she got something good out of it?

Fourth Prince said with a stern face, "Consort, I need a world map! We need to open the eyes of those narrow-minded Qing people who think the world ends at their borders!"

Later, Fourth Prince: In this life, no one will be confined to the imperial estate. Every last one of you will work for me until you drop dead!

Reader's guide: My setting is wildly indulgent. Come for the fun infrastructure-building!

My completed novel, Qing Dynasty Transmigration: The Reborn Ninth Prince's Wife, is also available. Please enjoy!

Theme: Treasure yourself and ride the winds through every storm.