My mother, the Empress Dowager, is a transmigrator. She arranged three royal consorts for me: a cool and stunning chancellor, a free-spirited top merchant, and a bold, brash young general.
She said she wanted me to experience the happiness of being surrounded by handsome men.
But another transmigrator ended up taking all that good fortune for herself.
I spent half a month preparing for the ceremony. She told a young maid, “It's just an investiture ceremony. My princess caught a cold after getting rained on.”
And just like that, she lured the chancellor away.
When the merchant wanted to break off our engagement, she said, “Elder Sister, you're too domineering. No man will ever like you.”
In the end, even the boy I raised turned against me for her sake.
I heard the System tell her, “Host, win over these three men and you can become empress, surrounded by handsome men of every kind!”
I scoffed. She thinks she can steal my throne with a few men? As if she's worthy.
