I, the Master of the Shadow Pavilion, Am Pretending to Be Sick in the Cold Palace

Dressed as a deposed prince in a cold palace, everyone in the civil and military dynasties thought I was a dog. During the day, I coughed up blood and pretended to be sick, suffering all the humiliation; at night, I was the master of the Shadow Pavilion, in charge of life and death in the world. The third prince wants to poison me? I made him run away in public and lose his face! The chief minister wants to steal my benefactor's whole family? That night he died violently, with blood written on the walls calling for injustice! The emperor is even more ruthless. He actually wants me to take the blame for the prince and put this shit basin on my head? Okay, I'll take the blame! But in that golden palace, I want to see whose sin is greater! The Iron Army of the Northern Territory is my people, the wealth and power of Yinlou obey my orders, and I am the one who kneels down two-thirds of the civil and military forces of the court! When I stepped on the dragon chair under my feet, the emperor shivered. "Don't you want the throne? Here it is!" "No," I pinched his neck and smiled coldly. "This throne is so dirty, I find it disgusting. What I want to do is cast a shadow over your throne forever!"