Your Majesty, Let's Just Make Money, Not Fight for Favor

When Minglan woke up, she had become Nian Shilan. Seeing the fiery, haughty face in the mirror, she nearly blacked out. In her previous life, she'd worked her way up to a titled noblewoman, and now she'd been handed Consort Hua's script?

"Your Highness, His Majesty has summoned Consort Duan!" a palace maid reported nervously.

Minglan lifted her teacup. "Pick out a congratulatory gift from the storeroom. Charge it to my allowance."

"Your Highness, Lady An is deliberately singing to attract His Majesty's attention!"

Minglan straightened the phoenix hairpin at her temple. "Tell her it's windy in the Imperial Garden. She should take care of her voice."

While the women in the harem fought until they were at each other's throats, she shut herself away to balance the books and manage her finances. Until the Emperor discovered that the Six Palaces were all cutting back...