She transformed into the unlucky queen of the Jing Dynasty, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she read the imperial edict of the Queen. The emperor was affectionate, embraced his white moonlight, and threw me into the cold palace on the charge of jealousy. Me: Okay, I won't wait anymore. Instead of fighting to the death, making money is more important. Life in the cold palace is not easy, it all depends on skills. I, Shen Zhiyi, was a gold-medal beauty blogger in my previous life, and now I am the sales queen in the cold palace. No live broadcast system? It doesn't matter. I attached a personal "evaluation" of my homemade lip balm, eyebrow makeup, and facial cream, and asked people to spread the word outside the palace, setting off a trend called "cold palace fashion" among the noble ladies in the capital. Do you want to know what color lipstick the queen used today? Want to get the same "broken jade makeup" as the empress? My "fans" wait eagerly outside the palace every day. My coffers are getting full day by day, and my life is more satisfying than being a queen. Until that day, the emperor wanted to open the late emperor's mausoleum in order to pray for Bai Yueguang. But all the civil and military officials in the court knelt in front of my cold palace. "Please come out! The late emperor's tomb is full of mechanisms, and only you know how to open them!" I looked at the leader, the livid-faced Dog Emperor, and slowly shook the account book in my hand. "It's okay to open the mausoleum. I'll pay the sponsorship fee first. In addition, I want to 'live broadcast' the entire process." "What live broadcast?" "Wherever I go, your eyes have to follow. I want everyone in the world to see what kind of shameful secrets are hidden in this imperial mausoleum." For example... Why is the late emperor's coffin board moving? The late emperor: Thank you for the invitation. I am not dead. I just got a manicure inside and waited for my smart daughter-in-law to open the door.
