To be an empress, you have to be able to host guests with grace and cook in the kitchen, outsmart mistresses and beat up thugs, cultivate virtue within and fend off invaders without. But I can't do any of that. All I know is how to play the fool and act all delicate. But seriously, why are my husband and my sister flirting right in front of me, then claiming that I'm the other woman? Oh, for crying out loud! I quit being empress!
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
