Dressed as a Palace Maid, I Got Promoted by Working as an Accountant.

A plate of sour apricots was thrown away in the imperial kitchen, and I, the palace maid in charge of preserved fruits, was going to be executed. I plopped down and knelt down, already prepared. He took out an account book from his arms and offered it with both hands: "Father-in-law, please take a look!" "Whatever is borrowed must be credited, and what is borrowed must be equal!"