I Am the Shadow Pavilion Master, Faking Illness in the Cold Palace

Reborn as a discarded prince confined to the Cold Palace, I’m treated like a dog by every official at court.

By day, I cough up blood and pretend to be sick, enduring one humiliation after another. By night, I’m the Shadow Pavilion’s master, holding the lives of all under heaven in my hands.

The third prince tries to poison me? I make him soil himself in public and lose all face!

The chief minister wants to execute my benefactor’s entire family? That very night, everyone in his household dies suddenly, and blood-written accusations appear on the walls!

The old emperor is even more ruthless. He wants me to take the blame for the crown prince and pin this mess on me?

Fine, I’ll take the blame!

But in that golden hall, let’s see whose crimes are worse!

The Northern Frontier’s Iron Army is mine. The Hidden Tower’s wealth and power obey my command. Two-thirds of the court kneel to me!

When I plant my foot on the imperial throne, the old emperor trembles.

“You wanted the throne? It’s yours!”

“No.” I grip his throat, my smile ice-cold.

“This throne is filthy. It disgusts me. What I want is to be the shadow hanging over your throne forever!”