When I woke up, I was dressed as Hongluo, the sixth elder brother in The Legend of Zhen Huan, possessed by a modern soul, fighting in the palace? Not familiar.
The Qianqing Palace was a dormitory, the imperial kitchen was used as a take-out cabinet, comics were hidden in the pile of memorials, and the eunuch called me "little master."
Concubines compete for favor by means. I save money by selling goods through live broadcasts. The WiFi in the cold palace is strong, and I can lie down and watch short videos.
The Emperor is my father and Zhen Huan is my mother, but I just want to open a milk tea shop and retire.
From a salty fish to a top player, use your online sense to play around in the Forbidden City, build teams, bring goods, and engage in side jobs to get out of the circle.
So what if the palace rules are strict? Rules are dead, but people are alive. As long as you don't touch the red line, you can survive anything.
Lying flat to maintain my health, reverse involution, I became a salted fish in the Forbidden City, and by the way became the focus of the whole palace.
