Quan She Travels Through Time to the Imperial Harem; This Old Emperor Is a Bit Difficult to Kill

I woke up to find all four of us in our dorm transported to the imperial harem. The Empress, the Noble Consort, the Virtuous Consort, and the Gentle Consort. The Emperor was already sixty, reeking of old age, yet strangely confident—it was nauseating. The Gentle Consort, who had been favored by the Emperor for one night, vomited for three days before suggesting, "Why don't we kill that old man, elevate him to Empress Dowager or Imperial Concubine Dowager, and then recruit a few handsome and powerful guards? Wouldn't that be wonderful?" The girls discussed it and agreed! When I opened my eyes and saw the brocade curtain embroidered with golden phoenixes overhead, my first thought was that I was still hungover. "Your Highness, Gentle Consort, you're finally awake!" A round face suddenly...