In the autumn of the 20th year of Chenghua, there was a pot of porridge in the palace of Taihe.
More than a dozen female officials were struggling together, pushing and pulling, and their hair was being pulled. The scattered documents were trampled into the mud and no one picked them up. The reason is the jurisdiction of the archives - two groups of people have been fighting for more than half a year, and today they are completely torn over a book of documents.
Gu Zhaoyun was brought in to make up the numbers. She huddled in the corner and shouted "stop fighting, stop fighting", but no one paid attention to her. The person opposite rushed over and grabbed her by the collar——
"Is this the virtue of a granddaughter?"
Three slaps. His vision went dark.
When he opened his eyes again, his soul changed.
A PhD in Archives, four years of karate and three years of ironwork. She moved her wrists, stood up, and knocked down the people who had just hit her one by one. The movements are crisp and neat, not brute force, but skill. In front of this group of malnourished ancient women, it was simply a dimensionality-reducing blow.
"Finished?" She patted the dust on her sleeves. The passage was so quiet that you could hear the wind.
"After the fight, let's get down to business."
Entering the palace as a female history = joining the lower class as a worker. Night shift = working overtime. Being PUAed, being robbed of credit, being blocked from promotion - you can't escape even if you travel through time.
But Su Moyun didn't intend to endure it. She has a pair of eyes that can identify authenticity. After turning two pages, she frowned - "This page is wrong." From the lowest female history to Shang Yi, she was slapped in the face. Every time she was promoted, someone said "she is a woman", and every objection was crushed by strength.
She thought "known history" was her biggest trump card. Until she discovered that history itself might be fake.
There was also the cold-faced woman who didn't cry or make a fuss after being beaten in the group fight. She was also circled on the roster. One has to rush, the other has to wait. They usually quarrel fiercely, but at critical moments they cooperate directly without discussion.
She does not want to be a concubine, but a minister.
She doesn't want to prove herself - she's proven it a hundred times.
She wanted to go to the top and kick open the door that had not been opened for women for five hundred years.
[No CP/Dual heroines/Enjoyable workplace stories/Strong women/Strategy/Group portraits]
Relaxing + suspenseful + inspirational, not depressing or bitter, every chapter has some fun or laughter.
Intention: What is broken is not a person's ceiling, but a rule that no one has questioned for five hundred years.