Quando Wenyao, a velha fantasma, abriu os olhos, descobriu que havia se transformado de fantasma em humana. Ressuscitar, claro, é ótimo. Mas ser vinculada inexplicavelmente a um sistema inútil que suga a sorte das pessoas não é nada bom. Felizmente, Wenyao não tem destino nem sorte, então esse sistema não consegue controlá-la. No entanto, o sistema ruim tem uma péssima visão e sempre a joga em sociedades antigas e feudais. Sendo assim, ela decidiu estabelecer um pequeno objetivo — quer se tornar Imperatriz Viúva! 【Quinta-feira inicia-se a fase V, com um capítulo de dez mil palavras no dia de início. Queridos, aguardem meu grande capítulo~~~~】2025/5/5
In the third year of Emperor Kangxi’s reign, the Grand Empress Dowager of Cining Palace intended to select a consort for the young emperor, who was only eleven years old.
Thus began the drama of the “Four Women Competing for the Empress.”
These four women were: Borjigit, from Khorchin and granddaughter of Sony; Hesheri, daughter of Gabulah; Niohuru, the legitimate daughter of Duke Ebilong Guoyi; and Tong, the legitimate daughter of the Grand Minister Tong Guogang.
Wen Yao listened to the rumors of the “Four Women Competing for the Empress” outside and couldn’t help but shake her head.
The slogan sounded resounding, but ultimately, none of these four women met a good end.
Borjigit, after being rejected, returned home and passed away within six months. Hesheri became empress for a few years but lost her eldest son; she died from hemorrhaging while giving birth to her second son, leaving behind a son whom Emperor Kangxi cherished for life, but who was eventually driven mad. Niohuru’s fate was the most tragic—she never even left the palace before the Grand Empress Dowager arranged her marriage to a Mongolian prince. Her two half-sisters, however, became empress and imperial consort, leaving Niohuru with one imperial son.
That left only her…
Wen Yao sighed. “How can your luck be so terribly bad?”
“Caw—”
A harsh cry came from the system crow perched on the windowsill.
[High status, beautiful appearance—Isn’t this the body you wanted?]
Wen Yao snorted and lazily reclined on the beauty couch, propping a porcelain