Modern office worker Jiang Yanxin opens her eyes and finds herself the lowest-ranked “dresser” in the harem of the Great Ye dynasty. No golden finger, no System, just a stomach rumbling with hunger and a bunch of “colleagues” who would love to devour her alive. The rules of the palace are more insane than a client’s demands, and rank is everything. If your rank is low, you have to fight just to get a hot meal. Looking at the watery gruel in her hands, clear enough to see her reflection in, Jiang Yanxin gets it: this isn’t palace intrigue, it’s an advanced version of workplace survival, and losing means you really die. So a modern soul skilled in “getting by,” “passing the buck,” and “managing up” begins using every bit of her slacking wisdom to struggle to… stay alive in this man-eating harem. Until she discovers that the young emperor, who seems aloof and unapproachable, is secretly a dramatic smart-mouth with a maximum-level capacity for snark. Something about this imperial palace just doesn’t seem right.
