“Born to royalty, deep in thought and doomed to part. Washed clean of slaughter, an orchid’s cause ends in scattered fluff.”
After hearing these words from a monk during a visit to a temple, the emperor’s favorite concubine suddenly transmigrated?
From then on, armed with the Heaven-Piercing Appraisal, her golden finger for telling truth from falsehood, she leveled up and defeated one foe after another, while flirting with one beauty after the next.
Beauty A: “A Huan, why don’t you ever come looking for me?”
Qin Huan: “I may not come looking for you, but it doesn’t mean I don’t miss you.”
Beauty B: “Sister, were you about to scold me?”
Qin Huan: “Take out the word ‘scold.’”
Beauty C: “A Huan, are you free to talk tonight?”
Qin Huan: “There’s nothing between us to talk about, except love.”
Beauty C coyly covered her face. “You’re teasing me again.”
That night, the top trending hashtag on Weibo was: #Shocking! The Imperial Capital’s Romance Guru Looks Exactly Like a Beloved Consort from the Great Ye Dynasty Two Thousand Years Ago#
“Young Master Shen, someone at the front gate says she’s carrying your wife’s child.”
“Young Master Shen, someone’s cut every rose in the back garden. She said the madam once called her Little Rose, and that the madam now doesn’t deserve such a beautiful Little Rose.”
Shen Zhuo: “...”
“How many more beauties have you got waiting for you?” Shen Zhuo rubbed his forehead and looked helplessly at the woman on the bed, who flashed him a mischievous smile.
He walked over and gently kissed her forehead.
Never mind. They had plenty of time. He could slowly take care of everything for her.
