Chapter 1 Becoming a Treacherous Minister After Crossing Through a Female Dominated World

Zhao Xian is an out-and-out top student. After graduation, she struck gold and began her business ventures. Finally, through her own efforts, she carved out a place for herself in the business world.

At just twenty-six years old, her net worth had already exceeded one hundred million, making her the youngest investment tycoon in the financial industry.

Zhao Xian was an orphan, having lost both parents at a young age. Consequently, she developed a naturally independent and aloof personality.

If there was anyone she cared about in this world, it was the foster mother who raised her. Her foster mother had been kind to her, nurturing her through farming to support her education, treating Zhao Xian as her own without expecting anything in return.

She succeeded and was capable of supporting her foster mother now, but her foster mother was no longer around.

Now, she was left all alone again.

…

Lounging on her bed, Zhao Xian picked up a book with a blue cover from the table. It was something she randomly grabbed from her office bookshelf earlier today. She wasn’t sure who put it there, but the cover looked decent, so she grabbed it to pass the time tonight.

As she slowly flipped through the pages, she realized it was a female-dominated novel.

The world inside is turned upside down, telling the story of a native male protagonist, Xue Tong, who is reborn and renders the prime minister Zhao Xian, who harmed his family in his previous life, unable to turn over a new leaf. In the end, she and her indifferent husband both die without a burial ground.

Seeing the name Zhao Xian, she paused, realizing it was the same name as hers.

Unconsciously, she ended up finishing the entire novel. After finishing it, she was quite shocked. The setting of the cannon-fodder prime minister in the book was a character with formidable martial arts skills and unparalleled power.

How could such a prominent figure in the court end up in such a tragic fate, killed by a white lotus male?

In fact, it was essentially a story where a reborn white lotus villain seduced the prime minister with beauty, ultimately leading to the prime minister’s death and the white lotus’s happily ever after with his “white moonlight”.

At this point, Zhao Xian’s mouth twitched.

“…” She didn’t understand how such a highly skilled prime minister could be manipulated to death by such a brainless character.

“It’s such an insult to this name!” Zhao Xian scowled and threw the book in her hand directly under the bed.

Perhaps she exerted too much force, causing her to choke. She couldn’t catch her breath and passed out…

Zhao Xian never imagined that one day she would die like this.

Dying through choking! Yes, she couldn’t even dream that she would die like this.

…

Zhao Xian had a splitting headache and felt the sunlight glaring into her eyes.

In this way, the glaring sunlight forced her to open her eyes.

But the moment she opened her eyes, she froze.

Because what she saw was not the familiar ceiling of her own home.

This wasn’t her room, but a bed with an ancient charm, with tassels hanging down by the side.

“…?” Arching an eyebrow, she looked at the unfamiliar bed curtain, unable to resist turning her head to look around. The light-grey bed canopy swayed gently with the wind blowing through the window.

Glancing around, she found the whole room grand and monotonous, mainly exuding an ancient charm. All sorts of carvings were undoubtedly handcrafted, not the machine-printed designs of modern times. Everything here would be priceless antiques in the modern world.

“…?” Feeling puzzled for a moment, Zhao Xian quickly sat up.

What’s going on?

As she sat up, she was taken aback, feeling a chill, she lowered her head to look and she discovered that she was actually wearing ancient white underclothes at that moment.

This was the sleepwear of ancient times.

She reached out and touched the fabric, feeling the soft and high-quality silk.

It was a moon-white undershirt with a wide neckline, so… she glanced down at herself and couldn’t help muttering.