A young woman in Great Britain grips the sword in her hand. The empress of Rome envies the prosperity of the East, while the saint of France has just led the people in revolution.
In the East, the Great Qin dynasty has endured for a hundred generations, and a new emperor has taken the throne: the first empress in all of history.
Does this seem like an age ruled by women?
Does this seem like an era for living off a woman's income?
But none of it has anything to do with the transmigrated, lazy good-for-nothing.
Su Liang is applying for the job of palace food taster, hoping to work regular hours and live a carefree life.
But the long-legged beauty in front of him keeps asking strange questions: "Do you think a woman can become emperor?" "What should an empress prioritize?" "What lies beyond the world?"
You think you're the empress or something? Why are you worrying about all this?
Even a middle schooler knows the answers to those questions. How childish!
Ten times the pay? I might consider it.
And so, after spending some pleasant, leisurely days like this, Su Liang, the lazy good-for-nothing, suddenly faces the greatest dilemma of his life.
"I'll come clean. I'm actually the empress, and I've come to propose to you today. You are destined to be my imperial consort!"
"But I've already got several pairs of wings!"
