The Nine Princes Fight for the Throne, and I'm Here to Eat Popcorn!

Also known as: The Palace Life of Princess Wenke Wenke carried memories of her previous life as she was born into the Qing dynasty as the little princess of an unfavored concubine in the imperial harem. She also got an utterly ridiculous "Palace Gossip System." It couldn't help her cultivate, and it wasn't a spatial golden finger. Its only function, more or less, was to cheerfully report the little bits of palace gossip around her. [Ding-dong! Host, please take note! Today's headline: Consort Rong's cat bit Consort De's embroidered shoe, possibly triggering a diplomatic crisis in the harem!] [Gossip tip: The Kangxi Emperor visited Consort Yi last night, but stayed for only the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. Could he have something on his mind...?] Wenke: "Wow!" From the moment she was born, her life story had already been written: be gentle and virtuous, grow up and marry for political reasons, then move far away to the Mongolian grasslands and become a sacrifice to a political alliance. The maids and matrons kept trying to brainwash her with their endless lectures. She couldn't stand another word! Wenke lay in her cradle, blinking her innocent big eyes as she silently sneered for the thirty-thousandth time. Who wanted to be obedient and virtuous? Who wanted to marry into the grasslands? The grasslands? Blasted by wind and sun, with mosquitoes bigger than flies. Sleeping in a tent and having your back poked every time you turned over! Drinking milk tea for three days would give you heatiness and pimples, and riding a horse would make you question your life. And they wanted to send her there to marry? Give me a break! Right now, she wore silks and satins, ate little pastries specially made by the imperial kitchen, and even had soft silk diapers sent as tribute from Jiangnan. Life was comfortable. Who would want to go suffer all that? Her father had so many sons. Why not pick one or two of them to marry off instead? So? Marry for political reasons? Not a chance! If fate wouldn't give her a choice, she'd rewrite the script herself! And so, the harem's atmosphere changed completely. A little dumpling in a bib and with chubby baby cheeks began her "growing-up-and-clinging-to-powerful-people plan." [Host, Host. This is your eldest brother, who's under house arrest for witchcraft.] Yinzhi: ???? [Host, Host. This is your second brother, who was deposed as crown prince.] Yinreng: ???? [Host, Host. This is your third brother, whose brain isn't quite right and who got himself killed.] Yinzhi: ???? [Host, Host. This is your fourth brother, who laughs last but works himself to death.] Yinshen: ???? This novel will be available to VIP readers starting September 4. Reposting is prohibited. If you have reposted it before, please delete it and take it down immediately. Thanks for your support! New chapters are posted promptly at noon every day. Love you all, mwah~ Coming soon: The Tang Dynasty Prince Who Loves Farming What? He transmigrated into Li Longji's fifth son, so he can just lie flat? Li Yao couldn't see the peace and prosperity of the era. All he could think about was the future. The An Lushan Rebellion was no joke. Oh, and he probably wouldn't even live to see it, since his father's consorts could take his life at any moment! If not now, when? Time to run! Wouldn't it be nice to find a little mountain hollow, grow crops, and tend flowers? My Father Is Zhu Di One moment, she was fighting in another world. The next, she had returned to the age of eighteen, just as her father was arranging her marriage. Back then, she'd obediently married, only to end up with an abusive husband. She died at just twenty-two, never imagining that her soul would travel to another world and become an NPC in a post-apocalyptic survival game. She had thought that would be the end of her life, but who could have guessed she'd live again? In this life, she absolutely would not meekly marry! Theme: Be independent and strong, and respect and love yourself.