Thank You, Your Majesty, for Your Grace

I am the empress, but the emperor does not love me.

He loves the transmigrated consort, calling her the most beautiful woman in the world and a priceless treasure.

I maintained the dignity of a virtuous empress for three years, only to hear him say, “A virtuous empress should ask to step down.”

That night, I clutched the decree stripping me of my title and laughed for half the night.

At court the next morning, I carried the consort’s head in and tossed it onto his dragon throne.

“Your Majesty can take a good look now and decide which of us is the mad one.”

A line of text slowly appeared in the pool of blood:

“Mad Emperor rating +100%. Mad Empress completion +99%.”

Progress bars suddenly appeared above the heads of every court official.

It turned out the ultimate secret of this dynasty was