I Transmigrated into a Princess Consort and Turned Every Shadow Guard into an Overworked Office Drone

The day I became the 108th concubine of the Sixth Prince, I excitedly slapped the table:

"This harem KPI evaluation system needs an overhaul!"

The consorts were all dumbfounded. Only the prince’s gaze remained inscrutable.

Late that night, I brought him tea to apologize and accidentally stumbled into an intelligence center.

Facing the long knives of a roomful of stone-faced shadow guards, I nervously offered them milk tea:

"Heroes, would you like to hear about our five social insurances and housing fund?"

The next day, I joined the Sixth Prince’s household as head of human resources.

Even after I raised the shadow guards’ average performance by 150%, the prince still wouldn’t touch me.

"You don’t want the throne? Fine! I’ll go find another patron!"

As soon as the words left my mouth, I stepped through the Crown Prince’s gates.

Behind me, the prince’s icy voice rang out:

"My beloved consort, who are you planning to remarry with my tiger tally in your possession?"

A tiger tally? When did this tea set get the family crest stamped on its bottom?

Three months later, the Crown Prince’s faction was thrown into the imperial prison.

Before the Dragon Throne, the new emperor tore up the petition to abolish the harem:

"Disband the three hundred consorts? Approved."

"Keeping only you: would that be the optimal solution?"