I Opened a Nail Salon in the Imperial Harem

I transmigrated into the body of a discarded palace servant, and Consort Duan crushed two of my fingers under her foot.

Her nails were red as blood. Human blood.

I was a nail artist.

Consort Duan, every time your nails turn red, Cui Xi loses another bowl of blood.

I’ll paint your nails, and I’ll take your life.

Shen Ye said, “When this is all over, I’ll stand guard for you.”

I smiled. “Just make sure I get meals.”