A Qing-Era Tale of Mu Yatou

I closed my eyes, and a whole lifetime passed.

[What a pity, what a pity]

When I opened them again, I had become the daughter of a disgraced official, working as a palace maid in the Qing dynasty, a period with more transmigrators than you could shake a stick at.

[Stay calm, stay calm]

I served an out-of-favor noblewoman.

[Sounds good, sounds good]

Three years later, the noblewoman died and recommended me to work as a maid for the big boss.

[Still calm]

The little radishes are adorable. The royal family really knows how to make fine children.

Should I build a modern-day kindergarten in the Qing dynasty and go back to my old profession?

[Confused, lost, indecisive]

Theme: Being a palace maid doesn't mean you have to become a concubine