[Transmigration + everyone’s favorite + ancient workplace comedy + lighthearted laughs + one-on-one romance] After a car accident, I transmigrated into the body of the emperor’s daughter. But because his beloved died young, I became an aging, unmarried princess.
My imperial father panicked. “Sweetheart, take your pick of all the promising young men in the Six Ministries!”
And so began my tragic (joyful) life…
The Ministry of Personnel’s poker-faced Vice Minister: “Your Highness, have you finished sorting the files?”
The Ministry of Revenue’s smiling fox of a gentleman: “Princess, how about we team up and make a fortune?”
The Ministry of Rites’ gentle, refined scholar: “Did Your Highness truly write this poem?”
The Ministry of War’s sunny, straightforward general: “Brother, want to spar at the training ground?”
The Ministry of Justice’s grim, ruthless official: “…Don’t be afraid. Stay behind me.”
The Ministry of Works’ tech-obsessed deputy director: “This is ingenious! How did Your Highness think of it?”
While thriving (and causing chaos) in the workplace across the Six Ministries,
I also had to fend off my parents’ relentless hints that I should choose a husband.
Father, are you picking a consort or conducting job interviews?!
With handsome men from every walk of life vying for my favor,
I can only throw my head back and cry: Good heavens! Which one should I choose? Help, I need an answer fast!
Good looking, highly recommended. It is ridiculous to mix up modern migrant workers with modern workplaces. Hahaha.