Transmigrating into the Qing Dynasty Without Rebelling
As a born gaming genius, Lu Li has unlocked all five skill slots, which are filled with numerous modules. Through continuous training these past few days, he has pushed his resonance rate to 50%.
The modules of the God of Games are naturally related to games. For example, the mark applied to that transmigrating soul is Game Control Mark that Lu Li figured out.
[Game Control Mark: Energy Module - Original Sin - Control Module - Spirit - Rule Module - Integration - Attachment - Suppression - Concealment - Will - Remote Control - Manipulation - Modification - Life - Absorption - Form Module - Imprint.]
[Effect: Suppresses the opponent's mental will; allows remote control and modification of the target's body, turning them into your game character!]
Although the energy in this world is generally inert, the original sin born from each person is never lacking, and can be used, albeit sparingly, as an energy source for skills.
Lu Li the room, lay on the bed, and closed his eyes. Based on the perception of the mark, he could hardly sense the person who had transmigrated. However, he was not fighting alone. A large number of Thousand-Dimensional Eye floating in the void acted as signal stations, helping Lu Li's skills to continue and connecting to the mark on the transmigrated woman's soul.
"Emmm, what am I..." Yan Qingyu woke up, clutching her head with a bandage. Looking around, she realized she was in an antique-style room. She sat up, holding onto the bedside table, and found herself lying on a large bed.
"I remember being hit by a car. Could it be that I've traveled through time?" In modern society, time-travel dramas and novels are endless, and even she is quite familiar with this kind of trope.
The door was pushed open, and a maidservant walked in. Seeing Yan Qingyu had woken up, she quickly approached and said, "Miss, you're finally awake! Why were you so pessimistic? It's just going to the palace, right? Maybe you'll be chosen; it would be a blessing for your family."
The maid's words made Yan Qingyu realize once again that she had transmigrated, and this stirred her heart. Was this the inevitable turning of the wheels of history? If she were to enter the palace, should she choose the Fourth Prince or the Eighth Prince?
Having lived here for a while, I've come to understand some things. The Qing court stipulated that all Manchu girls aged 13-17 from the Eight Banners must submit a registration form to the Ministry of Revenue annually. When selected as imperial concubines, they would be sent to the harem for the emperor, empress dowager, and empress to choose from.
The girl she transmigrated into happened to be from the Eight Banners. She originally had a lover she liked, but her family had no connections in the court, which would be detrimental to the family. So, they sent their daughter of marriageable age to participate in the imperial concubine selection. They had already made arrangements with everyone involved, and she was guaranteed to get in, though the exact position was another matter.
So the girl became despondent and tried to commit suicide by banging her head against a wall. Of course, she was too weak and failed, but this gave Yan Qingyu an excuse to lose her memory.
"Daughter, don't hold a grudge. This is the mission you must have in this family. Once you're in, do your best and start anew." A middle-aged man with a ravenous tail said calmly, holding a teacup.
Yan Qingyu wasn't the original, so she didn't harbor any resentment. However, looking at her father's cheap money-tailed hat made her feel a little nauseous. She wondered if the other princes had similar money-tailed hats, and if so, she wondered if they could control them.
"Your daughter understands." Suppressing her nausea, Yan Qingyu bowed to the middle-aged man. Lately, nothing else had bothered her, except for those etiquette rules that were giving Yan Qingyu all sorts of headaches.
Her family still had some money, and that very day she was put on a carriage and headed towards the capital.
After an unknown period of time, she arrived in the capital and met with the local officials of her banner to determine the order of arrival. Perhaps due to some connections made by Yan Qingyu's family, her position was relatively high. When the time came, she was led to the palace, where, after undergoing numerous checks, the Emperor and Empress Dowager personally selected her.
After a series of indescribable checks, Yan Qingyu finally stood in the Imperial Garden. Five or six young ladies-in-waiting stood in a row, dressed in qipao, with a plaque in front of them. If they were chosen, the plaque would be kept; if not, it would be discarded. There would be a second round of selections to determine their final destination.
"Is the Emperor coming? Will he choose me directly?" Yan Qingyu's eyes were filled with tears. In her imagination, a handsome middle-aged man with a domineering CEO look and a half-shaved head came up to her and lifted her chin.
"Wait, my head hurts a little!" Yan Qingyu suddenly felt a headache, as if something was waking up. However, the eunuch's announcement that the emperor had arrived made Yan Qingyu's heart tighten. A little scenario appeared in her mind: she would faint from a headache and fall next to the emperor, showing off her sickly beauty and completely attracting the emperor.
"Raise your head!" A rather authoritative voice came. Yan Qingyu suppressed her headache and looked up, only to see a pockmarked face. Instantly, all illusions Annihilation, her mental and moral values were impacted, and her SAN value began to drop.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her head. Lu Li opened her eyes and looked around. This action made the pockmarked emperor frown. What was wrong with this young lady? Did she not know the rules? He grabbed the plaque in front of her and threw it aside.
Reaching out to test the surrounding environment and his own strength, Lu Li gradually understood the level of this world: low-level martial arts among low-level martial arts, and someone who knew a few internal energy techniques would probably be considered a master among masters.
The eunuch guarding the pockmarked emperor was only of this rank. Lu Li tore open the hem of his mandarin jacket, causing the other eunuch to say with displeasure, "What are you trying to do? His Majesty didn't choose you..."
Unfortunately, before the eunuch could finish speaking, Lu Li flung his foot away, throwing off the extremely inconvenient cheongsam. This woman also had bound feet, and the deformed feet made Lu Li feel somewhat uncomfortable.
Lu Li lunged directly at the pockmarked emperor. The old eunuch beside him stepped forward, secretly channeling his inner energy, and struck at Lu Li.
"Guards! Save the Emperor! There's Assassin!!"
A shout came from not far away, and then people surged towards Lu Li. The pockmarked emperor and empress quickly retreated, but they weren't too worried. She was just a concubine; what could she possibly do if she was cursed for not being chosen?
The next moment, they were stunned. Where did this enchantress come from? The Eunuch Li, who was known as the number one expert in the palace and had saved the emperor from countless assassination attempts, was attacked by this enchantress. After she dodged the attack, she thrust her palm straight at him, her fingernails flicking and piercing his neck.
"His body is still too weak!" Lu Li did not withdraw his hand. The absorption ability of the game mark was activated, and the old eunuch's body visibly withered, eventually becoming a dried corpse.
"Hmm? The effect is not bad, and I can feel something gathering together..." Lu Li squinted and reached out to snatch the broadsword from a guard next to him, chasing after the pockmarked emperor with blood all the way.