Reborn into Palace Intrigue: My Sharp-Tongued Cat and I Made a Fortune in the Harem!

[Adorable pets] [A powerful human-cat duo in the palace struggle] [Intricate palace intrigue] [A cat-like strategist]

I pull an all-nighter writing a palace-intrigue novel, then die suddenly with my beloved cat. When I open my eyes, I’ve been reborn inside the story I wrote, My Beloved Cat and I Rule the Palace, as a low-ranking palace maid who gets thrown into the Cold Palace as soon as she enters the palace!

I’ve barely escaped a beating from the supervisor when the cat in my arms suddenly speaks: “There’s a snake in the rafters, poisoned wine buried under the floor tiles, and if you keep standing there like an idiot, you’ll be buried too.”

Me: “...Big Bro Cat, I’ll listen to you from now on. I just want to earn enough money, climb the ranks, and lie flat as empress.”

And so begins our comeback from the Cold Palace: I use foul water to make rust remover and earn my first pot of gold, corner the imperial harem’s cosmetics market with improved rouge, investigate plots using the cat’s night vision, and build an intelligence network by sending secret messages with its paws.

The Noble Consort accuses me of hiding musk in my incense formula? The cat knocks over the burner on the spot, and a “test strip” changes color in the ashes, proving my innocence. A prince asks me to fund his army? I throw down the ledger: “I want thirty percent of the profits. Take it or leave it.”

But Big Bro Cat is always complaining that I’m an idiot: “Profits from incense are down thirty percent this month. Did a dog eat your math skills?”

I grab it by the scruff and grin. “Keep mouthing off, and I’ll send you to the Imperial Kitchen to taste-test for poison~”

Later, I stand at my empress-installation ceremony while the cat sits beside my phoenix crown. Its silver bell jingles as it says, “You’re not completely useless after all. From now on, I’ll make sure the harem has dried fish.”