A Qing-Dynasty Transmigration: I'm Qianlong's Older Sister

[The blurb is tentative and may be tweaked before the story begins, but the central premise won't change]

Whether before or after transmigrating, Shen Zhaoyu lived by one principle: if you're going to hit your little brother, start early.

So when the System told her that her transmigration mission was to "win over the future Emperor Qianlong and latch onto his coattails," she simply withdrew her hand from the back of the little brat's head without changing expression.

She'd try to hit him less from now on.

*

His sister had suddenly stopped hitting him.

At first, Hongli was ecstatic. To celebrate, he ate three big bowls of frozen cream and spent two days running to the outhouse. His sister, who had been ordered by their father to keep him in line, didn't come to see him even once.

He got into a fight with Hongsheng, his third uncle's son. His sister walked past as though the book in her hands were her real little brother.

He put croton seeds in his tutor's food, rubbed chili powder on the cloth used to wipe Andas's sweat, trampled the camellias his legitimate mother had carefully raised, bent his mother's golden hairpin, and sneaked into his father's study to tear up letters...

His sister turned a blind eye to every single thing.

His sister didn't want him anymore!!!

...Waaah.

*

When he was young, he went to great lengths to win back his sister's discipline.

Even after ascending the throne, Hongli remained afraid of his sister.

If she so much as glared at him, he wouldn't dare stamp a seal, soothe the Mongols, travel to Jiangnan, or take Xiang Fei as a consort...

He followed the rules and worked diligently, terrified he might fail to become the "eternal sovereign who upholds the glorious name of his ancestors," as his sister put it.

Warnings >>>

(To be determined)

Blurb written on December 18, 2024, and a screenshot has been saved.

Core message: Brewing tea and tending flowers are living; overcoming every obstacle is being alive.