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The modern era of the 21st century.

Rosamund Kwan is a superstar of the 21st century. She not only has super long legs, but also a plump figure, a slender waist, and a stunningly beautiful face.

She was doing very well in the entertainment industry, and now, in order to change careers, her agent asked her to meet with a director.

After meeting the director in the morning, the group hurriedly headed to the airport, as they had a large-scale international fashion show to attend that evening.

The runway for the nighttime fashion show suddenly collapsed, and Guan Zhiyue fell off, hitting her head. From then on, all she could hear were various chaotic noises...

"Emily, wake up! Hang in there!"

"Your Majesty, don't sleep! Open your eyes and look at me, Your Majesty..."

"Help! Help! Her Majesty the Empress has fainted..."

"Help! Help!"

"Your Majesty, please come quickly to see the Empress! My lady has fainted..."

Guan Zhiyue vaguely heard someone calling out something like "Your Majesty," but the place where she had bumped herself was so painful.

She was extremely thirsty, feeling like her throat was on fire, and desperately wanted to drink water.

"water……"

"water……"

"Cough...cough..."

"water....."

Upon hearing the faint sound, Bilian was overjoyed and brought Guan Zhiyue a glass of water.

This made Guan Zhiyue, who was already extremely thirsty, feel as if the land had been parched for a long time and was now receiving timely rain. She drank the life-giving water in large gulps.

"Your Majesty, you've finally woken up! You scared me to death! I thought you'd never wake up again."

After drinking the water, Guan Zhiyue slowly opened her heavy eyes and saw Bilian with red, swollen eyes from crying.

"How could the Emperor be so heartless? It was just that he accidentally sprayed pastry crumbs all over his face on his wedding day!"

As for banishing Your Majesty to the cold palace for so long and neglecting you completely…

"Your Majesty... Waaah..."

Guan Zhiyue stared wide-eyed as she looked around, then looked at the woman in front of her who was crying with tears streaming down her face, noticing that she was wearing ancient clothes.

Guan Zhiyue raised her hand, looked at the hand that was as strong as a bear's paw, and couldn't help but shout loudly.

"ah!!!!"

Bilian, whose face was streaked with tears, was shocked to hear her mistress's shout. How could her mistress, who was still running a fever, be so energetic now?

"Your Majesty...are you alright?"

Guan Zhiyue sat up against the edge of the bed, looking at the simple and dirty place around her, and asked her first question: "Where is this?"

Bilian thought her mistress was delirious from the fever and quickly replied, "Your Majesty, we are in the Cold Palace."

"Where is this?" Guan Zhiyue asked again, somewhat anxiously.

Looking at Guan Zhiyue's somewhat ferocious expression as she grabbed her, Bilian couldn't help but swallow hard and said, "Your Majesty, we're in the Cold Palace of the Imperial Palace."

Guan Zhiyue lowered her head and took a deep breath, then raised her head again and looked at Bilian in front of her, asking, "I'm asking you, what dynasty is this, what year and month?"

Bilian's shoulders were being held firmly by Guan Zhiyue. She was somewhat afraid of Guan Zhiyue in front of her and stammered, "The... the first year of Zhengqian, the... the... the 27th of the ninth month."

Guan Zhiyue frowned slightly, displeased at hearing about this unfamiliar dynasty. She released Bilian from her restraint and asked, "Who is the emperor now? What country is it?"

After being released, Bilian quickly jumped away from Guan Zhiyue's reach and hid by a nearby washstand, cautiously saying, "His Majesty's name is Li... Li Qiji, from the Southern State."

Guan Zhiyue took a deep breath and collapsed heavily onto the bed. Suddenly, a memory that didn't belong to her flooded her mind—a memory that was both intense and despairing.

When Bilian saw Guan Zhiyue collapse again, she quickly ran to the bedside and saw Guan Zhiyue lying stiffly on the bed with crystal clear tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Your Majesty, you have just recovered from a serious illness, please don't be too sad. I will go and ask the eunuch in charge of the Cold Palace to send you some food."

Seeing that Guan Zhiyue was lying on the bed without saying a word, only tears streaming down her face, Bilian didn't wait for her reply and walked straight towards the door.

Guan Zhiyue lay on the bed, her mind filled with countless thoughts. She had transmigrated, truly transmigrated, and transmigrated into the body of a woman whose name sounded the same as hers but whose name was different.

Guan Zhiyue was the legitimate daughter of General Jianwei of the Southern Ding Kingdom. Her mother died in childbirth when she was born.

My father was a rough and uncultured military man who guarded the border for many years. He didn't know how to take care of children, especially girls. All he could do was spoil them!

She would satisfy any desire she had, and this was no exception, as she wanted her daughter to marry the emperor.

The father had to swallow his pride and beg the emperor on his knees for a long time before he finally got the marriage arranged.

However, due to her weak health since childhood and years of taking medication, her body has become what it is today.

After finally getting her body back in shape and no longer needing medication, her body had become a large, fat woman that everyone disliked.

September 20th is her wedding day with the boy she has secretly loved for a long time, who is now the emperor.

However, on her wedding day, she ate some pastries because she was too hungry, and accidentally sprayed them directly on the emperor's face when he lifted her veil.

The emperor was furious and that very night he banished her to the cold palace. Seven days have passed since her wedding day, and no one has come to see her.

Apart from her personal maid, no one else came to care for her. She caught a cold on the night of the 23rd and only today did she transmigrate here.

Guan Zhiyue lay on the bed, sorting through the original owner's memories and organizing her own thoughts. She realized that she had truly died in the modern world, which was why she had transmigrated to this other world to be reborn.

Original owner, original owner, how could you be so foolish?

What kind of magic did this man possess for you?

You've actually let yourself die suddenly in the palace, so rest in peace!

From now on, I will inherit this body. I hope you will have other opportunities and live a good life in the future, and no longer hurt yourself because of scumbags.

Guan Zhiyue lay weakly on the bed, silently reciting her last wishes to the original owner of the body.

I hope the original owner can live a carefree and unrestrained life from now on, and no longer be troubled by love...