The Discarded Consort's Everyday Stall in the Cold Palace

A million-follower food influencer transmigrates into the body of an abandoned consort living in the Cold Palace, bringing her pocket dimension along.

The Cold Palace is quiet, perfect for farming.

Tan Ling waves a hand and has the palace maids clear the land. She takes seeds from her pocket dimension and grows watermelons in summer and radishes in winter. She even raises chickens, ducks, geese, and pigs in the Cold Palace.

Pork rib soup and hen soup keep her well fed.

The enticing aroma of all kinds of food drifts out of the Cold Palace.

Tan Ling starts setting up a food stall.

Stinky tofu, fried rice cakes, grilled cold noodles, hand-grabbed pancakes...

Her snack menu grows more and more varied, and the delicious smells waft all the way to the Hall of Diligent Governance.

The emperor is fretting over state affairs when the aroma catches his attention. His eyes light up, and he follows the scent to the Cold Palace, where he sees an unfamiliar-looking woman and is puzzled.

Only after a eunuch reminds him does he recall that she's the second daughter sent by the Marquis's household.

His sense of taste was damaged when he was harmed in the palace as a child. The emperor considers food nothing more than a way to fill his stomach, to the point where even the imperial kitchen's dishes taste bland to him.

But today, the aroma is so tempting that his mouth waters and his stomach starts rumbling.

After passing by for several days, the emperor loses a few pounds just from smelling the food. After much hesitation, he finally can't resist his craving and steps into the Cold Palace.

The line of customers stretches all the way to the door.

The bustling crowd suddenly falls silent. When Tan Ling looks up, she sees everyone stepping aside as a man in black cuts in line and stops in front of her.

His voice is authoritative yet urgent: