After the Marriage, I Became the Queen's Favorite

[Double heroines | Redemption | Machiavellian growth] After a marriage proposal, I fell from the scorching sun on the grassland into the cold abyss of the palace. On the wedding night, instead of waiting for the emperor, the queen who had been ill and fell out of favor for a long time did. She was sent to "teach" me the rules. Later, we became the most ridiculous existence in the palace: One is a rejected princess from a foreign country, and the other is a sick and weak queen that no one cares about. The concubines bullied us, the palace officials neglected us, and we were like two injured cubs, licking each other's wounds in the corner. I thought we would rot quietly like this. She, who had been silent until that frame-up was about to put me to death, stood in front of me for the first time. The fatigue in her eyes disappeared, revealing a cold edge that I had never seen before. From that day on, she taught me how to read, taught me how to be human, and taught me to hide my claws in my sleeves. "Since there is no room for warmth in this deep palace." She stroked the wounds on my face, her voice as light as snow but as heavy as an oath. "Then I will take you to the highest place to keep warm."