In the twenty-fifth year of Yongli, the emperor died.
My three elder brothers killed one another and followed our father to the grave. The only one left in the imperial family was a princess.
In the great hall, I looked at my imperial uncles, their eyes like hungry wolves.
Then I led a young man out from behind the hall.
Six months later, after the young emperor repeatedly tried to have me killed, I unexpectedly unlocked the script of my own life.
A flick of my fingers turned the imperial harem upside down.
Everyone said I intended to rebel and become empress. How ridiculous. If I wanted to be empress, why would Shen Ke get the throne?
I have illustrious military achievements, and the powerful ministers submit to me. If the story isn't going well, I'll just rewrite it!
