Chen Yuan transmigrated into the body of a truly peerless beauty. The only strange thing was a line of golden numbers on the back of her hand. Every morning when she opened her eyes, they went down by one. One. One!
No matter how she looked at it, it felt like a bad omen!
When she first arrived, the madam sold her to an old man named Tian Hongyu for eight hundred taels of gold. Her original self had written several letters begging her lover for help, but they had sunk without a trace and received no reply.
She tried to find some humor in her misery. An old man was great: short-lived and easy on the stomach. She heard he was also a very favored imperial relative. I pray that in this life I can enjoy both meat and vegetables, and sincerely beseech the heavens to let the old man die and be reborn soon!
But Old Man Tian sent her into the palace, hoping she would take the place of his gravely ill daughter, Consort Tian, and restore the Tian family's standing.
Yeah, right.
The emperor was diligent in governing and had no time for the women of the harem. Chen, a low-ranking consort with no intention of restoring the family name, stayed quietly in a corner, keeping a low profile.
Three months after entering the palace, she still had not seen the emperor once. Tian Hongyu took her back to the Tian residence and promised her to a great general who commanded a powerful army.
Wu Sangui.
Chen Yuan, who knew nothing about history, belatedly realized that she might have another, much more famous name: Chen Yuanyuan.
The god of transmigration had not spared her, and neither had the countdown.
On the nineteenth day of the third month of the seventeenth year of Chongzhen, the Great Shun army breached Beijing. The emperor hanged himself, the Ming dynasty fell, and the golden numbers on Chen Yuan's hand reached zero.
She endured a whole day of agony, as if being cut to pieces, before opening her eyes again to see the familiar madam.
The countdown on the back of her hand was still glowing gold: 7 4 0
Theme: Never give up hope of living