Chapter 4

Chapter 4

The emperor came again.

The Son of Heaven named Zhou Fuyan had ascended the throne at fifteen, and it had only been four years since.

There were only a few consorts in his harem, and the position of empress was still vacant.

I looked uneasily at the young man before me, unable to guess what was going through his mind.

To be honest, he was two years younger than me. But if I thought I could outscheme the emperor of a feudal dynasty, I would be far too naive.

“Is Su Cairen afraid of Us?”

“N-No, of course not.” I was practically scared to death.

Zhou Fuyan let out a low laugh. “The Imperial Household Department has already hung up Su Cairen’s green name tablet. We will come tonight.”

?

Wait.

Before this, I’d been so busy worrying about keeping my little life that I had only just truly realized something: being the emperor’s concubine meant I had to attend him in bed.

Other than surfing the internet and reading some online fiction, I hadn’t had any hobbies in my old life. I-I wasn’t prepared for this.

“Y-Your Majesty, this concubine suddenly feels unwell today. Why don’t you go to someone else’s palace tonight…”

Before I could finish, Zhou Fuyan’s perfectly calm voice cut in. “Su Cairen is unwilling to attend Us?”

“N-Not unwilling. This concubine is simply terrified.”

Wasn’t the most important thing that we barely knew each other?

In any case, Zhou Fuyan still came that night.

I was scrubbed clean from head to toe and left waiting for him.

While I was being washed, Zhao Wanning and Song Qingyun were still trying to comfort me.

“The emperor is pretty handsome. Just pretend you’re sleeping with a male escort.”

“Exactly. You couldn’t order one this good-looking even if you tried. If you had a little more ambition, you could always rely on your son to rise in status.”

“…”

Ladies, please watch fewer palace intrigue dramas.

When Zhou Fuyan arrived, he dismissed everyone around us, leaving me still mentally reviewing the key points the two ladies had taught me.

Meeting that sharply defined face, I clicked my tongue inwardly. He was only nineteen.

In modern times, he would have just been a fresh-faced college boy.

But the person before me was an emperor who held the power of life and death over others.

“Su Cairen,” Zhou Fuyan suddenly said, “tell Us what you used to do.”

Over the past few days, Zhou Fuyan had probably asked many people the same thing.

Compared with those transmigrators who had already worked or possessed some specialized skill, I was painfully ordinary.

I told Zhou Fuyan a little about my past. I had gotten into university, but in my third year, I suddenly fainted at school. After that, I was diagnosed with a rare illness. It couldn’t be cured, and then I died.

I didn’t know why I had transmigrated, but I cherished this little life of mine.

After Zhou Fuyan finished listening, he suddenly said, “We have adopted your previous suggestion. Quite a few transmigrators have answered the summons these past two days, but many among them are merely trying to pass themselves off as something they are not. It is difficult for Our people to identify them all with certainty.”

He paused before continuing. “So We need a transmigrator We can trust, one who can also tell whether they truly possess useful knowledge or ability. Su Cairen, do you think We can trust you?”