The Princess Consort Is a Dark Moonlight

A female medical officer from the twenty-fourth century transmigrates to ancient times with futuristic technology and a virtual operating room, and begins a perfect life. What, His Majesty the Emperor has suffered from chronic rhinitis for years and can’t breathe? One pill will fix that. What, the Crown Princess has a terminal illness? No problem, just get on my operating table and let me take a look. Good heavens, Her Highness the Princess has been disfigured! No worries, I’ve learned a bit of cosmetic surgery. I can raise your nose, give you double eyelids, and throw in a boob job. Want one? Just say the word... Oh, my lord, what seems to be the trouble? Si Lingran: “I can’t sleep at night. It’s agony.” “Insomnia?” “Probably a terminal illness...” “That serious? Come over and let me take a look...” Huh! Why did this man’s expression change the moment we entered? He’s grinning like a fox. “My beloved consort, once you’ve entered my residence, you’re not leaving. What I really need at night is you.”