I transmigrated into the role of the substitute for the beloved woman Emperor Yan Heng could never forget, spending every day acting pitiful and delicate like her.
He said I wasn’t convincing enough and punished me by making me kneel in the snow.
Later, when enemy troops closed in, he held his trembling beloved and begged me to save the country.
I dropped the act and smiled. “Your Majesty, care to guess how the previous tyrant died?”
On the day the new emperor was enthroned, I planted my feet on his dragon throne and leaned down. “Being a substitute, or becoming an empress? Which sounds more fun?”
