While Others Cultivate Immortality, I Slack Off, and the Crown Prince Spoils Me

[Daoist mystic who transmigrates VS cold, baleful emperor] After transmigrating, Lin Shuwan found herself a street-stall fortune-teller who claimed to cure illnesses. Her eyes lit up as she looked at Xiao Yanli. “Young master, you have a fine build and a face as handsome as Pan An’s. I imagine you’re quite capable in the bedroom, too. May I ask if you’re married?” Xiao Yanli brought her to the Duke’s manor to drive an evil spirit out of his mother. She couldn’t keep up the act any longer. “I really can’t cure her illness. You’d better start preparing for her funeral!” Xiao Yanli said, “Drive out the evil spirit, or die by my hand. Choose one.” … She gave it everything she had and was gravely injured for his sake. He revealed his entire background to her, binding them together on the same boat for good. Later, she used the Vermilion Bird Mirror to draw out the raging fire beneath the estate, dispel the baleful energy, and change her fate. At last, she truly grew into the heir to her sect’s Daoist legacy. And under the combined pressure of the Crown Prince and Prince Yong, he claimed the throne and turned the tables against all odds. Lin Shuwan looked at the empress’s phoenix crown and golden seal Xiao Yanli had sent her, then had someone deliver a reply. “I see that your red matrimonial star is shining bright, young master. Looks like happy news is on the way. Care for a fortune reading?”