Once she traveled through time, she became the unlucky queen Shen Zhiyi who had just been deposed. The game starts with a cold palace, two loyal servants, and the dog emperor's command to "never see you again in this life." Shen Zhiyi: Thank you for the invitation. This wealth means leisure. I will accept it! Everything about retirement life is good, but it's a little expensive. Seeing the empty private treasury and the thinning loyal servants, former beauty group CEO Shen Zhiyi decided to return to his old business. No high-tech equipment? She has the wisdom of her ancestors, distilled and extracted, and prepared using ancient methods. Don't have an online store? She pioneered the "harem pre-customization" and only released ten sets of "Jinse" series of skin care products every month, which came with exclusive makeup hand-drawn drawings. Want to buy? Pay a deposit first and queue up. As soon as the sample came out, it instantly detonated the harem. The imperial concubine who was once the most beautiful woman was willing to exchange her private treasure for a bottle of rose hydrosol. The concubine who used to be arrogant and domineering almost got into a fight with her plastic sisters in order to grab the "New Year's Limited" lip gloss. Even the reclusive Queen Mother sent someone to whisper: "When can I get the Ai family's VIP gold card?" The emperor heard that evil spirits were spreading in the harem, and instead of pleasing his appearance, women went crazy for a small eyebrow pencil. Long Yan was furious, denounced it as sorcery, and ordered a thorough investigation. After checking again and again, the source turned out to be the abandoned queen whom he had forgotten in the cold palace. Looking at the growing wealth on the ledger, Shen Zhifu sneered. Later, in order to demonstrate his political integrity, the emperor painstakingly wrote a collection of poems and ordered it to be published, but no one paid attention to it. He was so angry that he vomited blood when he saw that all the concubines in the palace were holding copies of the post-abolition beauty magazine. Finally, the Nine-Five Lord put down his face and went to the cold palace gate under the moonlight.
