Concubine of the Eastern Palace (Qing Dynasty Time Travel)

Cheng Wanyun died suddenly. After traveling to the past, she barely enjoyed any good days before being labeled as a low-ranking concubine in the Yuqing Palace.

Cheng Wanyun: “…”

Everyone knows that the life of Yinreng ends in misery. But now, Yinreng is still a young man, only fifteen years old—handsome, bright, gentle, and proud of himself.

Cheng Wanyun calculated and found that there were at least twenty more years before Yinreng would be imprisoned and die.

So… she decided to lie down for now. If it’s a waste, then so be it. Anyway, she wasn’t going to move.

Let them imprison him, what’s the difference where she lies down?

Others were busy vying for favor, dancing in the garden in winter wearing thin silk. Cheng Wanyun was curled up by the stove, watching the snow while nibbling on delicious roast duck.

Others were busy scheming for power, secretly sowing discord to incite punishment in the palace. Cheng Wanyun was raising her child, taking care of cats and dogs.

Others were busy forming factions, with the First Consort and Second Consort standing in opposition. Cheng Wanyun was sipping on milk tea, playing cards: “Boom!”

She had unknowingly reached the forty-seventh year of Kangxi’s reign and finally wondered: Why hadn’t she been discarded yet?

After Yinreng accepted Cheng Gege (Low-ranking concubine) as his concubine, he slept with her, occasionally having strange dreams, all of which came true. Over time, he remembered more and more. It turned out those were his past life memories—conflict with his father, infighting with his brothers, the early death of a younger brother, his eventual downfall, and his death in isolation.

Despite his fragmented memories, he cautiously navigated every step, walking on thin ice. Meanwhile, Cheng Gege… slept soundly without a care.

Yinreng: So angry.

But he still gently lowered his head and tucked the blanket around her.

Perhaps the divine heavens knew his path would be full of hardship, so they blessed him with a small lucky star. He was bloodied, wielding a sword through the battlefield, while she was his peaceful haven, his paradise.