The Hustling Empress: General, You’ve Met Your KPI

After dying suddenly from working 996, I transmigrated into the body of a bride brought in to ward off bad luck.

My mother-in-law wanted to sell me, and the village chief wanted to force himself on me.

I whipped out a business plan and said:

“Calm down. I’m busy raising Series A funding.”

Three months later, my product was all the rage in the capital.

Six months later, the emperor was asking me to reform the shareholding system.

A year later, the God of War knelt and offered me his medal of merit:

“My lady, this is everything I own. Take it in exchange for a lifetime with you.”

I looked at his face, then at his savings.

“General, you’ve met your KPIs. But my heart doesn’t do buyouts.”