The Empress's Sweet and Demure Facade Has Crumbled

Shen Zhilan was an ordinary office worker. One day, she tripped while going downstairs to pick up her takeout. When she opened her eyes again, she discovered she had transmigrated. She had become the lowest-ranking concubine in the imperial harem, with no family background or powerful connections, the sort of person anyone could kick around.

They said the women in the harem were fierce as tigers. Her colleagues who had entered the palace alongside her were all fiercely competitive, and even the emperor was a workaholic who might not visit the harem once in ten days or half a month.

Shen Zhilan gritted her teeth. "Since I'm already here, what's the difference between working here and anywhere else?"

Later, she got her wish and rose to the position of Noble Consort, then completely decided to lie flat.

But the emperor wouldn't have it. "Didn't we agree to strive together? My beloved Consort, get up! I want to make you Empress."