Is The Prime Minister Going To Court Today? (MTL)

Chapter 1

  Chapter 1 After Passing Through A Matriarch World, She Became A Treacherous Minister (1)

  Zhao Xian is an out-and-out high-achieving student. After graduation, she found her first pot of gold and started working hard in business. Finally, relying on her own efforts, she made a breakthrough.

  Now at the age of twenty-six, she is already worth over 100 million yuan, making her the youngest investment tycoon in the financial world.

  Zhao Xian is an orphan, her parents died since she was a child, so she developed a naturally independent and indifferent personality.

  If she wanted to say who she cared about most in this world, it was the adoptive mother who picked her up and brought her up. The adoptive mother was very kind to her. She relied on farming to help her study and treated her as her own but never asked for anything in return.

  She succeeded and was able to support her, but her adoptive mother was no longer there.

  She was left alone again.

  ...

  Leaning on the bed, Zhao Xian picked up a book with a blue cover on the table, which was casually picked up from the bookshelf in her office today. She don't know who put it up, but the cover looks pretty good, so she picked it up and prepared to take a look at it when she's bored at night.

  Picking it up and slowly opening it, she found that it was a novel on female dignity.

  The world inside is yin and yang reversed. It tells the story of an aboriginal male protagonist Xue Tong who, after being reborn, left the prime minister Zhao Xian, who ruined his family in his previous life, unable to turn over. In the end, her and her husband who never cared about both died without a place to bury him.

  Seeing the name Zhao Xian, she was stunned for a moment, she must have the same name and surname as herself.

  Before she knew it, she actually finished reading this novel. After reading it, she was very upset. The setting of the cannon fodder prime minister in this book is a martial arts master with great power and power over the world.

  The person who stomped her feet and trembled all over the court, how could she die so badly, and was killed by a white lotus man.

  In fact, to put it bluntly, this is the story of a reborn white lotus man who bewitched the prime minister with his beauty, and finally killed the prime minister and stayed and flew with his white moonlight.

  Seeing this, the corners of Zhao Xian's mouth twitched.

  "..." She didn't understand how such a powerful prime minister was killed by such an idiot.

  "What an insult to this name!" Zhao Xian threw the book under the bed with a dark face.

  Maybe it was too much force, and she didn't pull it up to hang up...

  Zhao Xian never thought that one day she would hang up like this.

  It's too suffocating to die! Yes, She never dreamed that she would die like this.

  ...

  Zhao Xian was suffering from a splitting headache, and felt that the sun was glaring in front of her.

  In this way, she was forced to open her eyes by the dazzling sunlight.

  She just froze the next second after opening her eyes.

  Because the purpose of entering is not the familiar ceiling of her own home.

  This is not her own room, but the antique top of the bed, with tassels hanging from the side of the bed.

  "..." Raising her eyebrows, she looked at the strange bed curtain, and couldn't help turning her head to look at the bed. The light gray bed curtain beside the bed was shaking slightly with the wind blowing from the window.

  Looking around, the whole room is monotonous, the most important thing is the antique, all kinds of carvings are definitely carved by hand, not printed by modern machines. Everything here is a priceless antique in modern times.

  "..." After being dazed for a while, Zhao Xian quickly turned over and sat up.

  What's the situation?

  When she sat up, she was taken aback for a moment, and looked down, and found that she was wearing an ancient white singlet.

  It was pajamas from ancient times.

  Reaching out to touch the clothes, the texture is soft and fine silk.

  It was a moon-white tunic with a large opening at the collar, so... She looked down and couldn't help but mutter.