My Palace Ability Is a Night Shift

Jiang Yao woke on a palace floor with a sore wrist, a strange mission screen in her mind, and the memory of a novel where the woman in this body died badly. She had crossed into the body of a low-ranking consort with no family power, no allies, and a face everyone in court already trusted too little. Worse, she knew the late Ming court well enough to read which princes, eunuchs, and ladies would survive when the balance broke. So when her first instinct said to fight, she chose to watch, listen, and live. Then the body changed its rules. At night, another soul woke inside her and left neat notes beside her lamp. He knew things he should not. He also sounded like the one man in every world wh...