Jiang Xiaomian is an ordinary social beast in the 21st century. His main job is fishing and his side job is watching dramas. He has three major hobbies in life: cooking, sleeping, and complaining about palace dramas.
She always said that when fighting in the palace, you have to eat enough to support yourself. If you have that time, you might as well eat a few more snacks from the imperial dining room, why bother fighting and killing.
Then, it became a prophecy.
After staying up late to watch an 80-episode palace-fighting drama, complaining about the heroine's love brain, the second heroine's intelligence, and the emperor's blindness, Jiang Xiaomian fell headlong onto the keyboard and opened his eyes again——
There are bright yellow gauze tents embroidered with lotus patterns, pungent incense, and a group of palace maids wearing ancient costumes, hair buns, and serious faces.
"Xiao Nu Jiang, are you awake?"
Jiang Xiaomian was stunned for three seconds, touched her face, and pinched her thigh, feeling severe pain.
Not a dream.
She, Jiang Xiaomian, really wore it.
Traveling into the Ming Dynasty that she had just finished complaining about, she became a little showgirl who had just entered the palace and fainted before she could meet the emperor.
Looking at the antique palace in front of her, Jiang Xiaomian only had one thought in her heart:
It's over, the palace fight is about to begin.
She, a good-for-nothing who can't even win a job, wants to survive in a harem that eats people but never spits out their bones?
Jiang Xiaomian silently clenched her fists and encouraged herself.
It doesn't matter, it's just a palace fight.
Others rely on scheming, but she relies on showing off.
While others compete for favor, she does the work.
While others plot, she sleeps.
If you survive until the end, you will win!
