Your Highness, the Princess Consort Is Fortune-Telling Again

I transmigrated. What now? Nan Chu stares blankly at the coffin lid before her. As the leader of a modern-day school of mysticism, she’s been buried alive. Flip the table: this is unforgivable! So She pushes open the coffin lid and gets back to her old trade. She collects little ghosts, tells fortunes, and tears into all kinds of oddballs along the way. Life couldn’t be more pleasant. Who would’ve thought that while telling fortunes, she’d catch the eye of a certain black-sesame tangyuan?! Bai Nan Chu: “Stay away from me.” A certain someone quietly edges closer: “There. Is that far enough?” Bai Nan Chu: “…” Do you think I’m blind?!