I, Li Wei, female, twenty-eight years old, died suddenly on the morning my project was due to launch.
When I opened my eyes again, I had become Xie Wujiu, the prime minister of the Great Jing Dynasty.
The good news: I'm The Outcast, second only to the emperor and above everyone else.
The bad news: I'm a woman, and the whole world thinks I'm a man.
The original owner's memories come flooding in: living in constant fear, treading on thin ice, using makeup every day to hide her Adam's apple, binding her chest to stifle her breathing, and grabbing power at every turn to mask her terror... until her heart finally gave out.
I touch this exhausted body and look at the handsome, pale face in the mirror.
I smile.
I worked myself to death in my last life. Am I supposed to keep doing that in this one? Not a chance.
Starting today, I, Xie Wujiu, the youngest prime minister in Great Jing, am going to...
slack off properly and wait patiently to die.
As for the empire? Whatever.
