Transmigrate: The Pricey Princess Consort

She was a business-world elite, but who could have guessed she’d transmigrate into the palace as an abandoned concubine?

A foreign woman, scorned by everyone, burdened with the hatred of a nation and a family.

Damn it, is there any justice in this?

Was she really going to spend the rest of her life cooped up in the imperial palace, watching others eat while she went hungry, standing guard while others slept, and crying while others had fun?

For a life where she’d have to cling to a man’s coattails to get by, Mi Qingyao raised her middle finger. “Cling to your ass! Get up and have some fun!”

Mi Qingyao said, “Want to make money? Get moving. Do it yourself and you’ll have food and clothes. The emperor? What even is an emperor? He can go sit wherever it’s cool!”