After Lazing Around and Gossiping in the Harem, the Tyrant Dotes on Me

[Palace and household intrigue + mind reading + laid-back heroine’s snark + everyday comedy + no System or fantasy + occasional heartbreak]

After dying from overwork, modern-day office worker Shen Chuluo was born into the harem of the Great Yuan dynasty as a low-ranking concubine.

Hellish difficulty from the start? Not a chance! Familiar with every palace-intrigue trick in the book, she decided: If I’m useless enough, schemes and plots won’t be able to catch up with me!

While others competed for favor by sending soup, she stayed in her palace roasting sweet potatoes. While others danced in the garden, she fished for koi by the lake.

She thought she could quietly coast through life, but who knew that the cold and suspicious tyrant, Emperor Xiao Yan, would suddenly be able to hear her thoughts!

The emperor was just about to favor a frail, innocent beauty.

Shen Chuluo’s thoughts: [Good grief, she’s hiding safflower under her skirt, trying to frame someone and extort money. His Majesty’s about to get cuckolded for sure.]

The emperor’s face darkened, and he sent the woman to the Cold Palace that very night.

The emperor had just promoted a trusted minister.

Shen Chuluo’s thoughts: [Oh, no. That old scoundrel is going to rebel tomorrow. The Great Yuan dynasty is probably doomed.]

The emperor’s hand trembled, and he immediately ordered the man’s household confiscated.

The poker-faced tyrant was troubled every day. “My beloved consort is always hoping I’ll drop dead. What am I supposed to do with her?”

The other consorts: “?” Your Majesty, do you have any idea what it means to lose favor? You’ve practically spoiled her into becoming Imperial Noble Consort!

Only then did Shen Chuluo realize that she’d just wanted to be a quiet, lazy fish. How had she ended up coasting all the way to becoming mistress of the Six Palaces? But within these red walls and green tiles, some entered the palace smiling, while others left in tears. The tears shed in the deep palace would never run dry...