Chapter 2 Becoming a Treacherous Minister After Crossing Through a Female Dominated World (2)

“Big…” Yes, she was sure this wasn’t her previous body.

Although her previous one was decent, it definitely wasn’t as impressive as this one now.

Furrowing her brow, Zhao Xian got up from the bed and scanned the surroundings.

Everywhere her eyes landed was a scene of ancient charm. There was a intricately carved large bed, handwoven bed curtains, round tables and chairs, and a vintage desk, currently stacked with a pile of official documents.

Her mind was filled with questions. Who am I? Where am I? What the heck is going on?

Can someone give me a perfect explanation?

“What’s going on?”

Zhao Xian wondered if she hadn’t fully woken up yet, otherwise, how could she explain this bizarre situation? Or perhaps she had been kidnapped by someone, but that was simply impossible!

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Xian glanced around, eventually fixing her gaze on the dressing table not far away from her.

She walked over.

Just as she stood in front of the bronze mirror, she froze.

The woman in the mirror had a tall and slender figure, dressed in a moon-white undershirt, exuding a lazy allure.

One might say she looked powerful, and this new body was a whole head taller than her previous one.

She reached up and touched her face, finding it the same as her original one, except now it was much colder compared to her previous, softer features.

Describing her current appearance, with long flowing black hair and a loose-fitting moon-white undershirt, there was a coldness mixed with charm, and within that charm, a hint of mischief.

“Is this me?” Zhao Xian couldn’t help but slap herself on the forehead.

This whole lot of beauty truly belongs to me, inaccurately speaking. She felt that the person in the mirror was not so much beautiful as handsome.

Very good.

Very painful.

She wasn’t dreaming, so what the heck was going on now?

Just as she was thinking, there was a knock on the door.

Knock knock…

“Your Excellency, are you up? It’s time for morning court. May I come in to serve?”

Hearing a cautious voice outside the door, Zhao Xian suddenly paused?

Your Excellency?

Who?

Turning to look inside the room, there was clearly no one else but herself.

Could it be herself?

Furrowing her brow, Zhao Xian lightly spoke, “Come in!” She wanted to see what was going on. How did she wake up in such a strange place, and even grew taller than before?

She estimated her height to be around one meter seventy-eight, almost no different from a man’s height.

Creak…

The door creaked open from the outside, and two or three sixteen- or seventeen-year-old boys walked in, each carrying various items with a respectful demeanor.

The three boys had fair complexions, each wearing blue long shirts with long plum blossom satin ribbons embroidered on their chests, tied very neatly.

The three boys approached Zhao Xian respectfully with their heads bowed. One of them glanced at her, instantly blushing and lowering his head, not daring to look again.

Although Prime Minister was handsome, known as the most beautiful person in the capital, she was also the most terrifying.

The boys cautiously spoke as usual, “Your Excellency, this servant will help you change clothes.”

“Men?”

They were still going to help her change clothes? Zhao Xian eyes widened, and she couldn’t help but want to ask, what kind of world is this.

The boys weren’t sure what she wanted to say, so they thought they had done something wrong and immediately knelt down with a thud.

“Your Excellency, forgive me… forgive me…This servant didn’t mean to call you so late. This servant saw you went to bed in the early hours last night and wanted you to rest a little longer. This servant knows it’s wrong and begged you to spare it’s life!”

Zhao Xian felt like her mind was already strong enough, but at this moment, she was still baffled.