[Ridiculous wish fulfillment + no angst throughout]
Hua Sheng, a pharmacist and overworked corporate drone, died suddenly from working overtime and woke up as a disgraced empress banished to the Cold Palace.
The original owner was a love-struck fool who, even after being sent to the Cold Palace, had starved herself in the hope that the emperor would come back to her.
Looking at the leaky roof and moldy buns, Hua Sheng tore up the devoted-lover script on the spot.
Why wait? Time to make money!
Her System’s storage space had everything: antibiotics, painkillers, birth control, diet pills, Viagra...
A consort has cramps? One ibuprofen, and that’ll be a hundred taels of gold.
The Noble Consort wants to look beautiful? Whitening supplements, available in limited quantities.
The chief guard has erectile dysfunction? That’ll cost extra.
Hua Sheng lounged on the new soft couch in the Cold Palace, counting banknotes and eating hot pot, laughing so hard she slapped her thigh as the consorts who had once bullied her came begging for treatment with money in hand.
The emperor finally remembered his disgraced empress and stormed into the Cold Palace, only to find her with an arm around a man’s shoulder. “Hey, handsome, I’ve got hair-growth serum. Buy three, get one free. Interested?”
Emperor: “...What have you turned my harem into?”
Hua Sheng: “My VIP customer club, of course. Want a membership card, Your Majesty? Platinum members get two percent off.”
