My Half-Sister Is the Future Empress? I'll Bully Her Anyway

My half-sister fainted again in the arms of the top scholar I had my eye on. I expressionlessly added ten times the amount of safflower to her medicine. The online comments were a frenzy of warnings: "She'll be the Empress! You'll die a horrible death!" I laughed and forced the medicine down her throat: "Then before she becomes Empress, I'll make sure she has no descendants." Later, the Fourth Prince knelt before me: "I'm willing to offer the entire kingdom as my dowry, just to win a smile from you." The top scholar cried out my nickname with heart-wrenching sobs: "You clearly said you only loved me!" I chuckled, stroking my phoenix hairpin: "What nonsense! I don't remember." My half-sister, Lin Wanrou, fainted again. Just right,