Summary
The year I first ascended the throne.
A soul from another world, calling herself a strategy girl, appeared out of nowhere.
She seized my body and filled the Imperial Harem.
Obsessed, she stared at one handsome face after another.
She sneered, “What’s the point of being a Female Emperor? Conquering the world is nothing compared to conquering men.”
She used my identity to humble herself.
She fawned over the men, showering them with care, displaying every manner of sycophantic disgrace.
Until her strategy ended in failure.
I opened my eyes.
The Little Eunuch came rushing in to report, “Your Majesty, Zhou Shiqing and Liu Shiqing are quarreling again. Please go and comfort them.”
“Kill them.”
“Y-Your Majesty, what did you say?”
“Zhou Shan and Liu Feizhi, grant them death.”
Barefoot, I stepped out from behind the pale yellow bed curtains, my gaze coldly sweeping over the room.
“And you.”