Everyone in the Emperor's Harem Is on His Side Except the Emperor

### College student Luo He accidentally transmigrates into a book. Faced with a harem of three thousand beauties, she assumes she'll have to scheme her way to the emperor's favor. But then... When someone deliberately frames her, the arrogant and domineering Consort Rong raises a hand and slaps the culprit to the ground. "What, do I need to pick a special day to hit you?" Then she looks down her nose at Luo He. "You're one of us. I've got your back." Luo He: ? When Luo He can't get used to the palace food, the virtuous and gentle Consort Jing picks up a wok and whips up four dishes and a soup. "Eat up, you little glutton." Luo He: "I couldn't possibly..." Consort Jing: "Don't worry, you're one of us." Luo He: ?? Faced with the palace's tedious etiquette, the dignified and imposing Empress waves a hand. "You can skip paying your respects. Even I can't stand getting up at the crack of dawn like it's an eight a.m. class." Luo He: "Could it be that Your Majesty..." The Empress gives her a knowing look. "Make yourself at home, don't be so stiff. By the way, do you play mahjong? We're one short." Luo He gets it. Everyone in the harem except the emperor is one of her own, and they all came here from the modern world! About attending the emperor's bedchamber. The dignified and imposing Empress tries to reason with them. "The emperor's favor is such a rare blessing, yet you all keep turning down the summons. Consort Rong, your excuse for taking leave was that your sow was about to give birth, and you had to help because you majored in postpartum care for sows in college?!" Consort Rong rolls her eyes. "I don't see what's wrong with that." The Empress is momentarily speechless, then turns to Consort Jing. "Sister, your leave request says you're going to Antarctica to catch a polar bear and bring it back to make soup. That's practically a death sentence." Consort Jing pauses while flipping through her cookbook. "Since Your Majesty is so concerned, why don't I give you the honor of receiving His Majesty's favor?" Consort Rong immediately cuts in. "No. The Empress can't go. I'll go." Consort Jing presses her lips together. "No. Consort Rong, you can't go. I'll go." The Empress rubs her forehead. "Fine. I'll go." Luo He: ...Are you three acting out a real-life version of 'Burning Winter'? She gets to her feet. "Stop arguing. I'll go!" She'd heard the emperor was impotent and loved sleeping despite his age. She could just sit by the bed like a nightstand. Nothing to lose. The next day, she holds her aching waist and mutters under her breath: The emperor's damn good in bed! He's got enough energy to go all night! [A heroine who can be sweet or dish it back without letting anyone get the better of her x a proud, scheming hero who holds himself to two sets of standards] [Luo He x Li Yunyu] [One-on-one romance] [Sisterly bonds stronger than steel] 1. Sweet, indulgent romance. 2. Please don't post irrelevant comments in this story~ Hehe. 3. Don't wait for a big backlog. If you like it, please take it home! This little author needs your support!! Blurb: 2020.8.9 Theme: Treat the world with kindness, and you'll find happiness and joy.