The Imperial Laundry Bureau—tsk, the very name reeked of mildew the moment it hit the nose.
I muttered complaints to myself while following a young palace maid through the winding corridors. The tropes in historical palace intrigue dramas were truly eternal: whenever a transmigrated heroine fell on hard times, she was invariably sent to the Imperial Laundry Bureau to scrub and wash.
However, I wasn't someone to be trifled with. Did they really think they could handle me with this trick?
Chapter 32