The Princess and the Treacherous Minister

My useless little brother and I transmigrated together, and the all-powerful Regent King ordered me, a princess, to work as a maid. I had to put up with it to stay alive. A workplace rookie who doesn’t want to be a good lackey isn’t a proper corporate drone. I diligently buttered up the Regent King, hoping to become the most popular of all his sycophants. Later, all his lackeys began addressing me as Her Highness, the Princess Consort.