Gu Mi looked delicate and pitiful, blessed with an exceptionally beautiful face that was utterly deceptive. She appeared timid and weak, but in truth she never forgave a grudge.
Not long after transmigrating to the State of Qin, she accidentally offended someone. As revenge, she was drugged and sent to the King of Qin’s bed.
She hated them to the core.
After all, the King of Qin was Ying Zheng—the future conqueror who would unify the Six States, the First Emperor of China. Daring to climb into his bed? Wasn’t that simply courting death?
That night, the young king returned to Xianyang Palace after drinking. Seeing Gu Mi lying on his bed dressed in nothing but a thin robe, he flew into a rage and immediately drew his sword to kill her.
Terrified that the infamous tyrant would cut her down with a single strike, Gu Mi threw herself forward, grabbed the corner of his robe, tears brimming in her eyes.
“Your Majesty, please don’t kill me! I can be useful to you!”
Ying Zheng glanced indifferently at the lock of hair his sword had just sliced off.
“Oh? Then let’s hear it.”
She dared not hold anything back.
“I know how to refine salt into snow-white crystals that aren’t bitter. I know how to make waterproof, durable bricks. I can improve farming tools, brew wine, make paper… I’m very useful.”
Ying Zheng was somewhat intrigued, though his tone remained cold.
“That… is mildly interesting.”
Seeing the killing intent fade from his eyes, Gu Mi cautiously ventured,
“If Your Majesty thinks I might be of some use… could you first help me deal with the drug in my system?”
“…Drug? What drug?”
He shot her a sidelong glance.
“Do you have a death wish?”
…
In the end, Gu Mi remained in Xianyang Palace openly as one of the King of Qin’s consorts.
While trembling through each day pretending to be obedient beside the future First Emperor, she secretly sharpened her knives for the enemies who had framed her, all the while trying to figure out how to return home.
Later, Qin won the hearts of the people of the Six States with miraculous harvests. Roads and canals opened territories that would endure for generations. The kingdom conquered the southern lands, drove back the Xiongnu, and its prestige shook the world.
When envoys from countless nations came to pay tribute, the First Emperor had ruled personally for only a few years, yet his extraordinary talent had revealed only the beginning of his greatness.
Relying on her remarkable skills, Gu Mi also became the emperor’s most cherished favorite, rising to a position second only to the ruler himself.
As the First Emperor’s methods grew increasingly iron-fisted and his authority ever more overwhelming, Gu Mi served him with greater and greater caution.
At the same time, her desire to go home only became stronger.
Then, on an ordinary rainy night, Ying Zheng’s growing suspicions finally confirmed Gu Mi’s true identity as a transmigrator.
What frightened him even more was discovering that she had been plotting how to return to her own world.
*Run away?*
Lightning flashed across the king’s cold face.
Without giving her the slightest warning, he scooped her up, threw her onto the bed, leaned over her, and smiled with chilling indifference.
“My dear consort… what else have you been hiding from me?”
Gu Mi curled into a ball. After racking her brains for a long while—she had even drawn him a map of the entire world—she finally said with a pitiful expression,
“I… don’t have the secret to immortality.”
Ying Zheng: “…”
Who was asking about *that*?
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