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 food delivery. When she opened her eyes again, she discovered she had transmigrated into the palace, becoming the lowest-ranking consort in the harem. She had no family connections or powerful backers, and anyone could take a shot at her.

They said the women in the harem were as fierce as tigers. Her fellow newcomers were all competing harder than one another, and even the emperor was a workaholic who might not visit the harem once in half a month.

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

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

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