I am the most indolent concubine in the Imperial Harem.
The Emperor is currently reading my Annual Slacker Report.
“This year, your name tag was flipped nineteen times. Of those, you were intercepted thirteen times. You actually served in the bedchamber six times, during three of which the Emperor couldn’t perform.”
“This year, you knelt over a thousand times. You called the Noble Consort a ‘bitch’ over ten thousand times, but the number of times you actually said it to her face was zero.”
“Do you remember the Mid-Autumn Banquet?”
“The talent you performed was balancing a pot of wine on your upturned backside, which resulted in half a month’s stipend being docked.”
“This year, your rank and salary have seen no change from last year. In fact, this situation has persisted for three years now.”
“Your keyword for this year is ‘Trash.’ Please keep it up next year.”
Oh no. Am I about to be slacked all the way into the Cold Palace?
