Dressed as a hapless person who works as a valet for a tyrant, I have only one workplace code: survive. This Lord was moody and murderous. The grass on the grave of the former female officer was already three feet high. In order to save his life, I decided to carry out an "ideological re-education" like boiling a frog in warm water. While he was eating, I spoke vividly about modern business management and emotional control, hinting him not to cut off people's heads at every turn, as the KPI would not look good. While he was reading, I "unintentionally" commented on the history books: "Oh, the former emperor's country was destroyed because of the harem's interference in politics and the fighting among his heirs. If you ask me, we should set up a pilot monogamy trial to eliminate the risk from the source." He had insomnia, and I read him a made-up bedtime story about the country of Equality across the sea with simple folk customs, where women can be officials and marriage is free. The "medicine" I put in his rice, tea, and ink every day are these "free thoughts" from modern times. I thought this was just a high-risk workplace survival show that would save him from killing a few people at most. I never expected that the effect of the medicine... Seemed to be a bit too strong. A month later, he ordered the dissolution of the harem and the dismissal of his three thousand concubines. Two months later, he resisted the pressure from the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty and opened a special examination for women. Three months later, he blocked my door with a ring: "My country is missing a queen who thinks the same way as you." Me:? ? ? That's not how the script was written! I just want to save my life, not be a queen! What's even worse is that my cheap son who was just canonized as the prince came to me one day with twinkling eyes and asked me: "Mother, do you still have the 'miraculous medicine' you gave your father?"
