Your Majesty, You've Been Eliminated

Someone offered me three thousand taels to run for city lord.

There was just one requirement: I absolutely must not win.

The withdrawal speech was written, the celebration banquet was laid out, and even the people who would praise me for “knowing what was best” had been invited. After reading it, I thought the arrangements were very thorough.

They can save that speech for the other side. After he loses, he’ll need something to say.

Madam Lu forgot to ask what I did in my previous life.

I was a campaign strategist. I recruited people, raised money, and fought for positions on behalf of others, working until midnight, then standing below the stage the next day to hear them say their success was all thanks to themselves.

After I transmigrated, my name finally appeared on the list of candidates.

You think three thousand taels will make me keep applauding?

I recruited a team and gathered a group of women who weren’t exactly easy to manage: the one in charge of money wouldn’t let me buy on credit, the one who found recruits demanded a cut upfront, and the youngest was even more remarkable. We hadn’t even won the city-lord election, and she was already asking whether I could send her on a diplomatic mission someday.

Excellent. I like people who haven’t eaten yet but have already booked the next table.

Later, I became city lord, and Madam Lu finally sat down to listen seriously to what I had to say.

Later, more and more people wanted to negotiate with me. There wasn’t enough room, so we had to move into bigger mansions several times.

I was living a very satisfying life, but the emperor was not satisfied.

He sent someone to say he admired my talents and wanted to grant me a bright future.

I know this one. In my previous life, whenever someone wanted to take credit for my work, they always started out this politely.

So I brought my whole team and went to the capital in person.

His Majesty thought I’d come to thank him, and had already struck a pose to receive my salute.

I placed the list of candidates in front of him and turned to the page with his name on it.

“I kept your name on the list, Your Majesty. What are you panicking for? I never said you weren’t allowed to run.”