A Shattered Bowl Cannot Hold the Old Days

Reincarnated as a disposable character who won't survive three episodes in a palace-intrigue novel, I decide to give up right where I am. While the other consorts compete for favor, I grow vegetables in the Cold Palace. While they poison and scheme against each other, I sneak food from the imperial kitchen. Even the System begs me, "Host, could you at least put up a little fight?" Then the Emperor rushes into the Cold Palace with red-rimmed eyes and smashes my vegetable patch. "Am I really not even as good as a cabbage?"