My Mind-Reading Art: The Consorts in My Palace Are All Putting on an Act

As emperor, I always believed my harem lived in harmony, and that my consorts were gentle and virtuous.

That was until one day, when I suddenly gained the ability to hear their thoughts.

The seemingly delicate Noble Consort was plotting: “A couple more doses of poison should be enough to put my son on the throne.”

The dignified Empress sneered inwardly: “If it weren’t for my family, who would want to serve such an indecisive man?”

The newly arrived beauty secretly rejoiced: “I deliberately stumbled today to catch His Majesty’s attention. It really worked.”

Even the eunuch who had served me for years was thinking: “How much longer can the Emperor live? I’d better find myself a new patron soon.”

I stood in the imperial garden, listening to their thoughts, feeling ice run through my veins.

In this vast imperial palace, there wasn’t a single person who truly cared for me.

If that’s how it is, then I’ll keep playing along.

Let’s see who can outact whom in the end.