Ruling the World with My Twin Brother

When I was fifteen, I shattered the precious mirror the Empress Dowager had given me with my own hands.

It was only when a shard cut my palm that I learned the truth:

The woman I had called Grandmother for fifteen years was the enemy who poisoned my birth mother.

My father always looked at me with contempt.

Then, beneath his desk, I found another jade genealogy record:

It said I had a twin brother.

“The Crown Prince’s position should have been his.”

A hidden guard knelt at my feet and whispered:

“His Majesty kept you only because you look most like the Empress Dowager... making you the perfect target.”

From that day on, I began deliberately eating the poisoned treats the Empress Dowager sent me.

Then I smeared the blood I coughed up, little by little, across the armrest of the Dragon Throne.