After Daiyu died of illness, she became a small, heavy seal carved from Lantian jade, with a dragon-shaped knob. Engraved on its base were the words, "By Heaven's command, may your reign endure forever." She had to get up before dawn to work, and still wasn't allowed to rest late into the night.
Daiyu was drowsy all day long.
As it happened, the imposing, hawk-eyed man was about to stamp her onto a bamboo slip ordering a hundred thousand laborers to build a lavish mausoleum meant to last for all eternity.
She woke right up.
"Don't bother. There won't be an eternity. Your dynasty will fall in its second generation."
The First Emperor's imposing aura bore down on her, but there was nothing he could do about Daiyu.
Daiyu discovered the thrill of stroking a tiger's whiskers, and every day she recklessly tested the limits of danger.
"Epang Palace? Someone will just burn it down."
"The elixir? If you don't take it, you might live two years longer."
The emperor couldn't afford to smash his jade seal, so Daiyu had nothing to fear. She did as she pleased and achieved what generations of scholars had long dreamed of: openly talking back to the emperor and giving him a piece of her mind.
This was the greatest emperor of all time, a mighty ruler who had unified the realm.
She could even compose poems and mock him to his face for his inhumanity and exploitation of the people.
Then one day, her joy turned to sorrow: she took human form.
She knew too much. Would the tyrant kill her?
No. The tyrant bestowed on her the noble title of Great Liangzao, and she was free to put her talents to use anywhere in Qin's territory.
She taught, cared for the people, reduced taxes, looked down on the Six States, traveled across mountains and rivers, and spread immortal poems. With her silver tongue, she stirred the winds of change across the realm.
The realm was at peace, and the people lived happily.
She had talked back to everyone under Heaven, and achieved, one by one, everything generations of scholars could ever hope to accomplish.
The First Emperor died suddenly at the age of eighty-nine.
Even in her seventies, she remained, in the eyes of the dying emperor, the true treasure of the realm.
Ancient times transmigrating into ancient times? Qin Shi Huang and Lin Daiyu are soulmates. In the main story, they appear to the world as ruler and subject. Both are extremely restrained and never confess their feelings, but they bring out the best in each other. Their complementary personalities and abilities, and their balance of kindness and authority, strength and gentleness, make them twice as effective when working together. Daiyu uses her writing to wage a public-opinion war, wresting the right to shape the narrative from the old aristocrats of the Six States, strengthening Qin's spiritual foundations and fostering unity.
The extras will have some sweet fluff about them transmigrating to the modern world together (probably).
Time for a rare pairing, baring teeth.
Theme: Making up for regrets
Livestreaming a Rundown of History's Great Generals for Emperor Wu
Summoning Players to the Grand View Garden [Dream of the Red Chamber]
The War God Ancestor Became an Omega (Female Alpha, Male Omega)
The Back Mountain Fields Are Full of Big Shots [Mythology Crossover]
Lin Meimei's Marathon System [Dream of the Red Chamber]