Hua Ting is a damnable boss: exploitative, abusive, nitpicking, and completely devoid of human warmth.
His employees hate him so much their teeth ache, but he doesn't care.
As long as the capitalists don't die, you'll always be cattle and horses!
After gleefully enslaving his employees for over a decade, he transmigrates.
He transmigrates into the body of a disgraced consort in the current dynasty, so thoroughly out of favor that even the rats passing through the Cold Palace can step on him.
On the night he is summoned to the emperor's bedchamber,
Hua Ting lies on the bed in tears, clutching a dagger. If that tyrant dares to do anything untoward, he will stab him straight through.
The red candles burn high. The palace attendants withdraw, and a figure in imperial robes approaches at an unhurried pace. As he reaches out to lift the bed curtains, Hua Ting nearly drops to his knees.
That gorgeous face, as pale as white jade... Isn't this Xiao Yu, the driver he used to exploit the most?
You transmigrated too?
And now you've got me under your thumb?!
"Boss."
The young driver, who used to be too scared to say a word when scolded, now pins Hua Ting's lips down with a domineering hand and lets out a low laugh.
"What goes around comes around. Shall we settle the full account for all those 24/7 shifts?"
Hua Ting grabs the hand that holds his life and fate in its grasp. After a long, frantic moment, the words tumble out of him:
"Y-Your Majesty, spare me!"
It's the talk of the town: a consort who has been out of favor for eight years has been favored again overnight!
In an instant, the six palaces are in turmoil and the court is shaken. Every faction sends its people to infiltrate the palace. At long last, they sneak into the hall and press their ears to the window on the west side, only to hear this exchange:
"Say it. Who am I?"
"Y-Yu Wanlin... Ah!"
"That's not a good answer. Try again."
"Your M-Majesty... I shouldn't have addressed Your Majesty by name..."
Yu Wanlin smiles. The firelight dancing in his pupils looks frighteningly unhinged, yet he gently strokes Hua Ting's hair and asks, "Your Majesty is not what?"
Hua Ting's face is slick with cold sweat. Bearing the utmost humiliation of his life, he grits his teeth and says:
"...Your Majesty is not cattle and horses..."
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