A Transmigration Handbook for the Princess Consort

I hear transmigrators these days all get a golden finger! But poor Ji Lingyan not only lacks an all-purpose golden finger, she transmigrated as a soul into the body of an orphan girl. Ji Lingyan: What can I do? I'm desperate too. Ji Lingyan: “I want a System!” Author: “Now, now. You have a husband.” Ji Lingyan: “I want a golden finger!” Author: “You have a husband. And he has no mistress, no misunderstandings, no melodramatic plot twists. He only dotes on you.” Ji Lingyan: “I want the all-purpose heroine constitution!” Author: “That one's really not available.” Ji Lingyan: “It can be!” Author: “Do I look like the sort of person who'd write an all-purpose heroine constitution?” Ji Lingyan rolled around, crying: “I don't care! I want it!” Author: “Cry again and I'll give your husband a hundred or so concubines.” Ji Lingyan: “Waaah!” Author: “Go pay your respects to the dear readers and ask them to vote for you.” Ji Lingyan: “This humble girl, Ji Lingyan, pays her respects to all you wonderful readers. Please support me, or I'll cry for you!”