La Fei

Liang Zhichao has been in sales for 20 years, working his way up to regional director. He drank with more people than customers at the wine table. When he woke up, he became Lu Wanqing, a pregnant concubine in the harem of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Good news: I have a dragon seed in my belly. Bad news: This is a time of troubled times when the country is about to be destroyed. Two hundred thousand rebels are besieging the city outside the city, and everyone in the palace is looking for a way out. What's even more terrible is that the original owner of this body carries three identities: the third concubine who was expelled from Pingnan Tianfu, the concubine of Emperor Yongchang, and... The only daughter of King Yanping who survived the fire seventeen years ago. Three identities and three forces are all waiting for a child to be born. Whoever grabs the child he gave birth to will be able to sit on that chair. The remnants of the previous dynasty wanted him dead. The prime minister wanted him to die. The concubines in the harem wanted him dead. Even his biological father, whom he had never met before, King Yanping, who was leading a rebellion outside the city, wrote in the letter: This son will not be allowed to stay in the future. Liang Zhichao touched his eight-month-old belly and sighed. The biggest deal he had ever negotiated in his life was 80 million. What he wanted to talk about now was his own life and whether the child in his belly could survive. First published in Jinjiang Literature City, updated daily, guaranteed quality. Machiavellianism, palace fighting, building a career, and saving your life by the way. Intention: In the calculation between people, no one is a chess player, everyone is a chess piece. Only by holding on to the unyielding warmth in your heart can you avoid losing yourself in troubled times.