Summary
My childhood sweetheart and I transmigrated at the same time.
He became the emperor, supreme ruler of the realm, while I became a palace maid who scrubbed chamber pots.
Furious, I grabbed him by the dragon robe and shouted, “I want to be the Empress Dowager!”
He lazily wrapped his fingers around my wrist and said, “Best I can do is make you an Imperial Noble Consort; don’t say I’m not generous.”