Summary
After transmigrating into a book, I became the emperor’s white moonlight stand-in.
According to the plot, I was about to be deposed and sent to the Cold Palace.
I thought about it and decided that instead of fighting for favor and risking my head, I might as well start a business in the Cold Palace.
So, I hauled out my stash of sunflower seeds, spicy strips, and river snail rice noodles, and set up a stall at the palace gates.
My first customer was a passing Imperial Guard.
He bought a pack of spicy strips and said through his tears, “It’s been twenty years… I’ve finally eaten something with actual flavor.”
By the next day, the entire imperial palace was abuzz with rumors that the Consort in the Cold Palace was selling things that could send a person to heaven.