[From the start, all she has is a leaky, dilapidated house, and teammates who do nothing but cry and despair.]
I woke up in the ICU as Lin Xiaoxiao, a former workaholic at a major internet company, only to find myself transmigrated into the disgraced empress, left to die in the cold palace.
Cold? Hungry? Poor? A political dead end?
Sorry, my dictionary has no such thing as “hopeless.” I only see “untapped potential.”
Step one: Conduct a SWOT analysis and build a startup team in the cold palace.
Step two: Stand out from the competition by selling embroidery and making floral water, then build up our initial capital.
Step three: Upgrade the brand, open up channels inside and outside the palace, and build a business empire.
My ex, who once treated me like trash, finally loses his composure when he realizes that I’m now responsible for half the tax revenue filling the imperial treasury.
He drops his pride. “Xiaoxiao, can we… start over?”
I smile and hand him a copy of the “Empress Job Description and KPI Assessment Form.”
“Your Majesty, want to get back together? Take a look at this performance-based contract first. If you don’t meet your targets, I may have to consider restructuring your position as my ‘husband.’”
