Xinmei, who had been working overtime for the seventh day in a row, had only one thought before her sudden death at the company: she would never be a social worker in her next life.
When she opened her eyes again, she became Xin Lan, who had the same name but different fate in the ancient palace, an abandoned concubine who had just been demoted to the Cold Court by the prince's husband.
In the memory of the original owner, the prince's husband was cold and ruthless, treating her like a worn-out shoe.
But who is this handsome man in front of her who climbs over the wall every day to find her and always likes to quarrel with her?
Not only that, even the princes of the current dynasty and princes of enemy countries came on stage one after another, vying to "make friends" with her.
Xinmei rubbed her forehead in distress: "Boss, can you let me start a career first?"
She just wanted to open an online store in ancient times and use modern marketing methods until they took off.
Until one day, the cold-faced prince cornered her: "Princess, I want to invest in your business, but the condition is that you put me first in your heart."
Xinmei blinked: "Boss, let's talk about overtime pay first?"
