The Cast-Off Consort Reborn

Every year, whether in ancient times or the modern day, there are a few scorching days at the beginning of June. Under the blazing midday sun, the flowers and plants in the garden drooped. Sitting by the window, Liu Ye lazily waved a fan and rested with her eyes closed. It had been five days. Liu Ye's initial panic had gradually given way to a stillness like a stagnant pool. When she first woke and saw everything around her, all quaint and antique, she'd been alarmed. But she hadn't been foolish enough to ask, “Are you filming a TV show?” There were no cameras or crew, and only an idiot would think it was a production. So, unlucky her, she'd transmigrated. Who would have thought that the transmigration novels those lovesick girls in her dorm were always reading online were real!