[Strong female lead + matriarchal world (men can bear children) + empress + light court intrigue + no male lead, multiple male love interests (all chaste) + ultimate wish fulfillment + overpowered female lead + chosen by fate]
I am Feng Lingxiao, Crown Princess of the Tianfeng Dynasty.
Guided by two empresses, I was named heir at three and entrusted with governing the realm at eighteen. When I was born, a hundred birds paid homage to the phoenix, and the Imperial Astrologers declared that I was destined by heaven.
Yet there are always people who refuse to believe it...
On my first night governing the state, thirteen assassins slipped into the Eastern Palace.
I carried my sword into court and tossed my command token at Prince Ning's feet. "Aunt, your people aren't very hard to kill."
Only then did the ministers remember: I am the born ruler, the one chosen by fate.
✔ Xie Qingci: The legitimate son of a century-old clan, a refined and elegant strategist who willingly exhausts himself in my service, calculating every dark scheme. "Your Highness need only say who should die, and Qingci will see to it."
✔ Xiao Zhan: A loyal hound I picked up on the battlefield, covered in scars as he kneels at my feet. "This subordinate's life belongs to Your Highness. You may take it whenever you wish."
✔ Su Mubai: The only son of Jiangnan's wealthiest merchant, offering me a mountain of gold. "Your Highness, the most worthwhile business in the world is investing in you."
✔ Mo Xuan: The master of the Shadow Pavilion, offering me the darkest secrets. "From now on, I will be the blade Your Highness keeps hidden in the shadows."
✔ Nangong Jin: A bewitchingly beautiful hostage prince from the Southern Border, smiling as he offers me poisonous insects and toxins. "Your Highness, use these. They'll make sure your enemies pass away very peacefully~"
✔ Feng Lie: Prince Ning's gloomy, unloved legitimate son, kneeling as he begs me: "Let me kill my mother with my own hands... I will give you everything I have."
✔ Yun Yi: A pure song master at the Bright Moon Pavilion, presenting bloodstained proof in white robes dusted with snow: this body, this zither, this life, all belong to you alone
