The Empress Is Treated Like a Wife

Ying Yan no longer remembered how long she had been alive. She only vaguely recalled that, a very long time ago, when she died, a System called “A Wonderful Life” bound itself to her soul.

From then on, she traveled through three thousand worlds, helping those who were nearing death with unfulfilled wishes relive their lives.

She had lived as a farmer's wife, an abandoned consort, a farmer, a lord, a supreme emperor, a lowly convict, and a beggar. Across three thousand worlds, she had experienced countless identities.

Even after the System from long ago dissipated in the currents of time, Ying Yan, reborn through her missions, continued to exist.

The world was full of strife, rivalry, love, hatred, and long stretches of warmth, yet nothing could make her feel alive anymore. Her heart had turned to ashes.

Wandering through three thousand worlds, Ying Yan could no longer find any meaning.

She slept for thousands of years. When she awoke, her body and mind were withered, and she had become one with the Great Dao and all things.

Just as she was about to let the body she had so tirelessly worked to maintain through those missions dissipate, a deep, resonant voice stopped her.

The voice of the Great Dao promised to restore her to a finite form and allow her to roam freely through the history of the Kingdom of Yun,

but on one condition: she had to fall in love with someone in that era.

As the deep voice of the Great Dao rang out, Ying Yan smiled and nodded.

The next moment, she stepped into a quiet valley filled with blossoming flowers and shaded trees, where she met him at the age of thirteen: the founding emperor, Yun Jiang.

She had thought he was merely a taciturn child destined for greatness, but he turned out to be a ruthless bandit with a possessive heart.

Just as she decided that the Kingdom of Yun's chancellor, seemingly a carefree flirt but actually devoted at heart, might be someone she could pursue, he forcibly intervened.

“The first person you met was me. You belong to no one but me.”

“...With Buddhist charms outside and Taoist trigrams inside, you can never disappear again, darling.”

Ying Yan laughed softly. A few days later, when time shifted, she vanished with ease.

He calmly watched her disappear before his eyes and said, “Darling, don't think you can run next time.”

Ying Yan gritted her teeth. The children of the Kingdom of Yun were far too naughty. If she ever ran into him again, she'd give him a good beating.

This is a story about a heroine who travels freely through time and space and lives as she pleases. The hero can be left at home whenever she likes.