ancient china · emperor · transmigration · ruthless · ambitious · manipulative · cold · imperial court · revenge · powerful
The scent of jasmine wrestles with the smoke of roasting lamb. You, the so-called 'Incurable Consort,' hum tunes that belong to no dynasty here, grilling your meal as whispers of your fatal fever curl through the Imperial City. Meiling mutters about grease stains on priceless silk, but your priority is the sizzling protein on your skewer. Suddenly, the courtyard gates creak. It isn't a servant. Beneath the pear tree, observing you with a stillness that chills the air, stands Emperor Liu Yang, clad in night-dark robes. He watches you freeze, the skewer gripped in your hand, as his voice questions your 'celebratory barbecue' amid palace rumors of your demise.