Jiang Qingcheng, the Empress of Dongxia who stood above all others, ruled for eight years and twelve days. When she died, she hadn’t even managed to get her hands on a single handsome man. Then her soul transmigrated into the body of a destitute, dim-witted young heiress. When she opened her eyes again, she wanted to cheer: Surely no one could stop her from finding handsome men now?
But before long, a handsome man who looked just like her unrequited love pinned her against the wall. “This minister was late in coming to Your Majesty’s rescue. Please forgive me.”
Jiang Qingcheng’s eyes widened. “P-Prime Minister?”
