Transmigrated into the body of an abandoned consort in the cold palace, Lin Xiaoxiao laughed.
She had spent her previous life slaving over PowerPoint presentations. Was she supposed to slave away at palace intrigue in this life too? Whoever wants this rotten job can have it!
She decided to treat the harem like an office and the emperor like her boss, then coast her way to the end with a little strategic slacking.
So while the other consorts competed to outshine one another, she was writing A Plan to Optimize Cold Palace Resources.
While everyone else schemed and plotted, she was making the emperor’s Year-End Performance Review PowerPoint.
She only wanted to coast until she could retire early with health insurance and a pension. So why was that cold-faced boss looking at her more and more strangely?
At last, he pressed the phoenix seal into her hand, his gaze deep and intent. “My beloved consort, you’re the only one suited for the position of empress.”
