Cold Brocade Zither

I was the Empress Dowager's sharpest blade. She ordered me to infiltrate the emperor's harem, win his favor, and throw the court into chaos.

But on the imperial bed, the emperor pinched my chin and laughed softly. “Did you really think I didn't know whose side you were on?”

Three years later, I personally poured poisoned wine between the Empress Dowager's lips.

Yet the new emperor held a tribute woman from the Western Regions in his arms. “A meritorious servant? You're nothing but a dog that changes masters.”