They Say Consort Chen Is Empathetic

Upcoming novel, Xiao, Are You Still Saving Fusu Today?

Blurb:

Hailan was reborn as Hailanzhu.

The original Hailanzhu was beautiful, short-lived, and a bit of a handful.

She made face masks with pearl powder and changed her cook every seven days.

She didn't get along with her younger sister, Bumu Butai, and always made some snide remark whenever they met.

She was young, but managed to make a mess of her own life.

Hailan: I'm not like her.

She ground Eastern Pearls into face powder, ate food from the imperial kitchen, and sampled delicacies from across the north and south.

When she didn't like someone, she simply pretended to be ill and skipped paying her respects to the Grand Consort.

One night, the emperor was supposed to spend the night with her, but he was busy until midnight. When he finally went to see her, she wouldn't let him in.

The Grand Consort: "Sleeping for your beauty? This is outrageous!"

Bumu Butai: "...She's even more spoiled than she was at home."

The next day, after court, Huang Taiji went to teach this audacious woman a lesson.

The palace maid was so nervous that her hand shook and she smudged the polish on Hailan's long fingernails.

Hailan frowned. "It's hideous. The emperor can fix it."

Huang Taiji had no idea how to paint nails. When she complained, "You're making it messier," he looked down at her fingertips, then at his dragon robe.

Her nails couldn't get dirty, but his dragon robe could?

*

Bumu Butai was reborn.

She knew that although her older sister Hailanzhu was favored, she wouldn't live long.

Once Hailanzhu died, Bumu Butai would have her moment of glory and become the mother of the nation.

But as she waited, she realized that everyone seemed eager to spoil Hailanzhu rotten.

The emperor's first question after court: "How many pastries did Consort Chen eat? Do we have enough pastry chefs from Jiangnan?"

Hao Ge unexpectedly grew his hair long, hoping only that Hailanzhu would call him handsome.

Duo Ergun hunted a sable and eagerly sent its fur to Hailanzhu to trim her cloak.

Bumu Butai looked at the perfect image she'd worked so hard to maintain and felt lost.

Was this script... switched around?

*

Everyone thinks Hailanzhu is outrageously spoiled, but no one can do anything about it.

Only Hailan sometimes looks at that breathtaking face in the mirror and wonders, "Am I really not considerate enough?"

Upcoming novel blurb:

Ye Qiuqiu was a magical herb. Just after she became a spirit, the System bound her to a mission.

System mission: Marry Young Master Fusu and extend the Qin dynasty's life.

It was so difficult that Ye Qiuqiu worried until her leaves knotted up. It took half a day for them to pop loose again.

Step one of the plan: pretend to trip like a fairy and bump into Fusu.

System: [Target detected. Host, fall down as soon as possible!]

Ye Qiuqiu hugged a tree. "I can't. I'm socially anxious..."

The System kicked her into action: [Get going!]

Ye Qiuqiu's vision blurred, and she tumbled into a man's arms.

System: [Alert! Wrong target!]

Ye Qiuqiu panicked inside and looked up trembling. "In this vast sea of people, meeting you must be fate's punishment."

She caught sight of the black-and-gold dragon robe and began to shake. "Your Majesty, would you call me a beauty so I can die smiling?"

After successfully getting into the carriage, Ye Qiuqiu worked desperately to win his favor, hoping for an imperial marriage decree.

She presented plans for a curved-plow design. The First Emperor: "Approved."

She explained how to grow vegetables in greenhouses. The First Emperor: "Good."

She suggested freedom of marriage. The First Emperor made his decision: "Granted."

Ye Qiuqiu was overjoyed. This is in the bag!

The imperial edict arrived, conferring on her the title of Lady Rongjia and ordering her to accompany the emperor at his side.

Ye Qiuqiu: Huh?

The bride had become a lady of the court, and Ye Qiuqiu hadn't even recovered from the shock when someone started plotting in secret.

A little orchid tugged at Ye Qiuqiu's sleeve and whispered a secret. "The chancellor talks badly about Fusu behind his back."

A mint plant leaned over to whisper in Ye Qiuqiu's ear. "That eunuch switched the birthday gift Fusu sent!"

A pepper tree rustled. "Hu Hai stole the snacks the emperor gave Fusu."

Ye Qiuqiu curled up her leaves. Hmph! I'll write every last one of you in my little notebook!

Core message: Love may be separated by mountains and seas, but mountains and seas can be overcome.