When she woke up, Su Qingyue, a doctor of history, transformed into an unlucky waste queen who was thrown into the cold palace. It started with a bowl of rotten rice, two palace ladies with white eyes, and a group of concubines outside waiting to see her jokes. Dr. Su said: That's it?
Three months later——
The regent visited Leng Palace at night, and she handed over an analysis report on northwest military affairs. The prince was silent. The young chief assistant came to make trouble, and she casually threw out two suggestions for economic reform, and the chief assistant became autistic. General Zhenbei was trapped in a tight siege. She remotely commanded a wave of lightning surprise attacks, and the general fell. The enemy's proton was lurking secretly. She personally delivered a bowl of hot noodle soup, and the proton rebelled. Later——
The tyrant's palace changed, and troops came to the city. Four of the best men in the world stood in front of her:
"Mother, we go up first, you come in behind!"
Su Qingyue held up the hem of her skirt and slowly took out the late emperor's secret edict:
"Give it a go, let me do it."
The next day, the deposed queen became the queen of the prison country.
The first thing the new emperor did when he ascended the throne was not to sit on the throne, but to hold her hand and ask eagerly:
"Your Majesty, is there still a shortage of people in the harem now? Do you think I can do it?"
Su Qingyue looked at the four male protagonists with green eyes in front of her and fell into deep thought:
The quality of the male guests this year is good, but how many should I accept in my harem?
