The Favorite Consort Wants No Love, Slaughters Her Way Through the Harem, and Claims the Realm

[Court intrigue + heroine focused on her career + two powerful, equally scheming leads + forced possession + doted on exclusively]

In her previous life, Jiang Fuyue was supplanted by her half-sister and sent into the palace, while her older brother was torn apart by horses.

Reborn just before her legitimate elder brother is wrongfully killed, Jiang Fuyue enters the palace to investigate the case and tear her enemies limb from limb. She has another goal now: win the emperor’s heart, become empress, and take his throne if necessary.

“Men are only honest when they’re hanging on the wall.”

“Nothing belongs to me, but everything can be put to use.”

As soon as she enters the palace, her intelligence and courage let her thrive in the harem. She can play the delicate maiden, yet excels at horsemanship and archery; she’s equally skilled in politics and military affairs, carving out a bloody path to success in the harem.

She can point her sword to the heavens and gallop across the battlefield, then turn around and act sweet and obedient, a soothing confidante.

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At first, Li Chengjing considers her nothing more than a pawn to balance the scales of power.

He’s happy to tease her now and then, but has no intention of letting his most useful and capable blade bear him a prince.

But later, when someone claims she has another man in her heart, the usually calm and rational ruler withdraws her contraceptive soup. Narrowing his eyes, he grips her chin and demands, “Bear me a royal heir.”

Jiang Fuyue remains neither servile nor arrogant, smiling as sweetly as a flower. “There are plenty of concubines in the harem who can bear Your Majesty sons. Do you really need me as well?”

Unexpectedly, rumors spread that Jiang Fuyue, the most favored woman in the six palaces, is not the blood sister of the newly famed General Yunhui, but his lover.

Li Chengjing can no longer suppress the jealousy raging in his heart. He suddenly pins her to the bed. “Could that good ‘brother’ of yours make you feel this good if you left me?”