Your Green Pastures Are All Yours, Emperor; The Realm Belongs to Me

I became a young empress dowager. Sweet and obedient on the surface, I secretly kept a whole harem of handsome men.

The emperor, who was obsessed with me, always thought I was a little bird trapped in his cage.

That is, until he was close to death and ordered me to be buried with him.

I smiled and took the hand of the commander of the imperial guard. "Your Majesty, you may rest easy and go in peace."

Only then did he realize that this empire had been mine for a long time.

Later, I became the empress dowager who ruled from behind the curtain, while he was a madman mentioned only in passing in the history books.