冷宫的破败窗户Paper-thin Sunlight filtered through the moss-covered frame of the cold palace window, dust motes dancing in the beams. Li Qingxia was sitting on the hard wooden floor, legs crossed, staring blankly at the scattered garbage in front of her. Empty wine bottles, half-eaten snacks, and torn silk scraps made up the bulk of it.

She'd been here for three months since she woke up from her modern-day crash, found herself in this dump of a palace filled with forgotten things. The true queen had been banished by the new emperor, leaving her alone in this forgotten corner of the royal residence. Despair had once nearly swallowed her whole, but the discovery of an ancient scroll under the floorboards had turned everything around.

That scroll, titled "The Gospel of Modern Sales," had been a complete surprise. It spoke in riddles, its words encrypted. Li Qingxia, a marketing major in her previous life, had found her calling. With the scroll as her guide, she started turning her situation around.