I transmigrated as the daughter of a Grand Tutor and only wanted to focus on making money, but my elder sister, the empress, suddenly died in the palace. The emperor sent me an order, shoving me into the harem: “You’re being made a consort. Take care of the children.”
What a joke. Harem warfare? I’ve handled cross-border projects.
In three months, I used KPI assessments to dismantle the Noble Consort’s corrupt procurement network. In six months, I taught the crown prince to govern with supply-chain thinking. A year later, the emperor showed up at my door with a ledger. “My beloved consort, this management system of yours... Could you teach it to the Ministry of Revenue?”
