The Social Animal Counterattacks the Empress

The social animal dies suddenly and turns into a good-for-nothing fourth prince when he opens his eyes. Su Wan's last memory was the pale lights of the office at three o'clock in the morning, and the densely packed employee performance appraisal forms on the computer screen. She, the HR king of the 21st century, finally fulfilled her (forced) oath of "devoting her whole life to the company" with her life after working overtime for 72 consecutive hours. "Death from overwork... Can be considered a work-related injury, right? I wonder if I can get some pensions for my parents... Oh, the KPI has not been completed yet..." Before her consciousness completely sank into darkness, Su Wan's mind was still full of these resentments exclusive to social animals. When he opened his eyes again, the dazzling sunlight was replaced by the dim palace lantern, and an indescribable smell mixed with the smell of medicine and incense lingered on the tip of his nose. "Hiss—" She wanted to stand up, but a sharp pain came from the back of her head, making her gasp. "Your Highness! Are you awake?!" A sharp and crying voice sounded in his ears, "Great! You are finally awake! I scared the little slave to death!" Su Wan rolled her eyes with difficulty, and what came into view was a pale and swollen eunuch's face, with tears streaming down his face. He looked at her like a lost treasure. "Your Highness?" Su Wan's voice was hoarse and dry, with a youthful clarity that was not his own. Where is this? How about filming a costume drama? The props are so realistic that even the eunuchs found them so interesting. She lowered her head and saw that she was wearing a bright yellow undershirt, and the material was incredibly smooth. He moved his fingers again. They were slender and slender, and they were the hands of a young man. A ridiculous yet extremely clear