The Tyrant Reads My Mind and Says I Have Evil Intentions

I transmigrated into the body of an empress confined to the cold palace. The System said that if I could get the emperor to kill me, I’d be able to return to the modern world.

So every day, I ran naked through the imperial garden, poured ink into his tea, and put grasshoppers on his dragon bed.

But the tyrant not only refused to kill me, he even raised my rank.

Then, while I was scattering flower petals in his bath, I suddenly heard his thoughts:

“The empress’s antics are just like that civet cat she raised back then.”

I froze. The unlucky fellow who tried to pet the cat and got scratched instead was the tyrant himself?