The Little Mystic Maiden Takes the Imperial Harem by Storm with Her Fortune-Telling

[Metaphysics + Female Lead Pursues Male Lead + Mystery + Supernatural + Two Strong Leads] After being hit by a car and having her soul transmigrate to another world, Xu An'an bound herself to a conquest System. Its mission was to make her win over the cold-faced ruler before her, Cheng Huaiye.

Xu An'an felt overwhelmed. Of all the bodies she could have transmigrated into, why did she have to become a consort who had cheated on Cheng Huaiye and been caught in the act?

Not only was she given thirty strokes, she was thrown into the Cold Palace to fend for herself.

Her injuries hadn't even healed, but she had to hurry off to complete the mission. Who knew she'd barely taken her first step before she fell off a wall and knocked Cheng Huaiye unconscious, causing the System supervising her mission to disappear too.

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After that, she began to witness an extremely bizarre sight: Cheng Huaiye, who was cold to everyone, was kind only to her.

Cheng Huaiye, who ignored everyone else, doted on her alone!

She had thought she'd have to fight in the imperial harem, but instead she was handed an easy win at life. Whenever she was in danger, Cheng Huaiye was sure to be the first to appear. So she took it easy without a care and started making a living with her uncanny fortune-telling.

At first, everyone mocked her as a fraud, but in the end, the people lining up to ask for talismans could have circled the capital three times!

That's because Consort Ming's predictions really do come true!

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Cheng Huaiye inexplicably bound himself to a System and began a grueling life of conquest. If he didn't complete the missions, he would suffer all sorts of punishments. To make matters worse, his target was the little consort he hated most. But who could tell him what to do when he'd ended up doting on her so much that he was addicted?

[An idle, theatrically crafty little fish who just wants an easy win in the mystic arts x A cold-faced great ruler who is merely a tool]

P.S. Mostly sweet, with a little angst.