Su Qingyue, the modern golden public relations director, is dressed as the semen queen who is strangling the concubine's neck in the book. Facing the emperor's murderous look, she fluttered and burst into tears: "Your Majesty! I was pushed!" She stayed in the dragon bed that night.
From then on, palace fighting turned into a workplace: the imperial concubine produced irrefutable evidence of "the queen's adultery" and made up on the spot "These are my long-lost twin sisters"; the queen mother forced a draft and selected ten talented women, all of whom were public relations shills. The induction training was to "focus on your career and stay away from the old emperor"; the enemy envoy provoked her, so she packaged Daliang's local specialties into an affordable luxury brand and resold them to earn back three years of military expenses.
The emperor came to listen to her composition "The Overbearing Prince Falls in Love with Me" every night, and his eyes grew hotter and hotter when he saw her. One day, he pinned her down on the imperial desk and asked, "Su Qingyue, who are you?" She was shocked to realize that the tone of this dog emperor sounded very much like her ex-boyfriend who had been separated for five years. Back then, he lied to her that he was a pork seller, and she lied to him that he was a kindergarten teacher. Neither of the two liars spared the other.
When the enemy troops were approaching, she put on armor and went up to the tower, using psychological warfare speeches to make a hundred thousand troops switch sides. The emperor hugged her from behind: "You really succeeded in pretending this time." She looked back: "I will receive 30% of the military salary and public relations expenses."
I thought I was fighting in the palace, but actually I was having a love affair with my ex-boyfriend at public expense.
