The Empress's Gambit: My Empress Is a Boss Who Transmigrated
Chapter One: Thunder Strikes, A Modern Woman Takes the Phoenix Throne by Mistake
Shen Zhiyi, CEO of a publicly listed company in the modern world, had just signed a trillion-yuan acquisition deal and hadn't even had time to celebrate when a bizarre thunderstorm struck her into the Great Jing dynasty, a kingdom that had never existed in history. When she opened her eyes again, tassels on a rosewood canopy bed swayed before her eyes, the room was choked with incense, and a group of palace maids in ruqun dresses stood around her, weeping.
“Your Majesty, the Empress, you're finally awake! If anything had happened to you, we'd all have been buried alive with you!” The head maid wept so bitterly her face was streaked with tears. Shen Zhiyi rubbed her aching temples as memories that weren't her own flooded her mind. The original owner was the daughter of a founding hero of Great Jing. She had entered the palace just three months ago, and her timid nature had made her a target for the imperial consorts. Emperor Xiao Jingyuan had also kept her at a distance. Last night, she had “accidentally” fallen into the water and died, leaving Shen Zhiyi to take over her body.
“Why are you crying?” Shen Zhiyi frowned, her commanding presence radiating authority. “I'm not dead yet.” Her words instantly silenced the maids. Not one dared even breathe too loudly. Shen Zhiyi threw off the quilt and got out of bed, then walked to the bronze mirror. The woman in it had willow-shaped brows and almond eyes, skin as white as snow, and a pale face with fear in her eyes. She raised a hand to touch the reflection's cheek and said coldly, “From today on, Shen Zhiyi is the mistress of this body. It's time to leave that weak, helpless act behind.”
Just then, the shrill voice of a eunuch rang out from beyond the hall: “His Majesty has arrived!”
Shen Zhiyi raised an eyebrow. In the original owner's memories, Emperor Xiao Jingyuan was a cold-blooded tyrant. In the three years since ascending the throne, he had ruled with an iron fist, and toward the imperial consorts he was even more...
