I’m Just a Concubine, So Why Is Everyone Kneeling and Clinging to Me?

A corporate drudge transmigrates, only to become a concubine. Everyone has someone powerful backing them, except her. Her father may be the current prime minister, but he's a coward who clings to his death-immunity token every day. He's completely useless. And now he wants her to work herself to the bone and take down the princess consort so she can rise from slave to master. If he had any ability at all, he wouldn't have let her become a concubine. Lu Zhaozhao's motto is: The prince is the top boss, the princess consort is the second boss, and she's just a good little wage slave. If she can slack off, she absolutely must. If she can avoid working, she won't lift a finger. Even raising her hand feels exhausting. Then she unexpectedly discovers that there's another transmigrator in the prince's manor, and that one's pretty good at courting death. She locks the gate to her little courtyard tight, keeping everyone at arm's length. The prince: Open up! Give me a son and I'll protect you for the rest of your life! Me: In your dreams! The princess consort: You're just like your father, a pair of cowards. Lu Zhaozhao: If we weren't, would we be concubines?