From the start, one bed and four male consorts, all murderers.
A college girl died suddenly while arguing online and woke up as a young empress. The instant she opened her eyes, a line of stunning male consorts knelt before her, an assassin's sword pointed at her, and poisoned wine sat beside her pillow. They had just teamed up to "kill" her in bed.
If she wanted to stay alive, she had to recruit her would-be killers as employees.
She turned selecting consorts into a job application process. Spend the night with her? Not a chance. If they couldn't pass an audit, none of them would be allowed into her room.
The sweet-faced, black-hearted Phoenix Lord: "Your Majesty wronged me today. I'll add it to the books." Her double-transmigrated nemesis: "If you can do it, then you do it, Your Majesty." The feral young lord: "I won't kill you anymore. Carve me into your heart." The green-tea gold digger sobbed as he pulled out his ledger. "Your Majesty, spend one night with me, and I'll donate one million taels to the treasury."
The Empress Dowager urged her to have a child every day, her uncle sharpened his knives, and her dead birth mother stood beneath the enemy's banner. The whole world was betting on her womb. She lifted the poisoned wine and smiled.
"I won't choose a consort for the night."
"I'll choose business partners."
She wasn't selecting a consort. She was choosing who to share her empire with.
