On the day of the graduate school entrance exam, I finished my final answer, walked out the door, and ran into Wu Zhao and Li Qingzhao drinking together.
An empress from the Tang Dynasty and a poet from the Song Dynasty, how did the two of them end up at the same table?
Li Qingzhao poured me a cup of wine. "Did you transmigrate here too?"
Too? I took the cup and decided to sit down first.
I'd worked in new media operations for two years. I had hoped the graduate entrance exam would help me change course, but I changed course a little too far. Now I had to earn money for meals all over again.
Luckily, I knew how to attract customers. So I handled the planning, Li Qingzhao organized literary gatherings, and Wu Zhao put up the money. Together, we secretly opened a shop.
We'd barely finished balancing the budget when Li Qingzhao brought back a jar of fine wine. "Put it on my tab for now."
The empress took a sip. "Buy another jar."
I held down the ledger. "You two, we haven't even split the profits yet."
Later, the women workers' wages were withheld, and payments for the shop's goods were delayed. I stayed up all night checking the accounts, only to discover the ledger was missing the next day.
Li Qingzhao pointed toward the palace. "She took it to court."
I'm just a new media copywriter who has written so much copy that nobody reads. And now, somehow, I'm going to make the entire court listen.
