Wang Xixi's Promotion Story

Wang Xixi had no one to ask her out for Qixi Festival, so she treated herself to a massage at a massage parlor.

She wondered why her neck hurt so much. There was a sharp crack, and before she could ask what had happened, she lost consciousness.

When she came to, still groggy, she wondered where she was.

Was this some kind of shady establishment?

Why was someone crying? “Xixi, Xixi, wake up! You aren't dead, are you? Boohoohoo…”

Wang Xixi forced her eyes open. Everything around her looked strange, and the little girl beside her was dressed just as strangely.

Wang Xixi thought her clothes looked like something from a period drama. Wait, “Where am I?”

She suddenly came to her senses. Had she transmigrated?

Damn it, the massage therapist hadn't just cracked her neck and killed her, she had transmigrated to this godforsaken place too.

What? A third-rank palace maid?

And not even a first-rank palace maid.