She had a harem of three thousand people, waiting every night to see which "beloved concubine" would kiss her throat first.
On the day Feng Huaiyue ascended the throne, she set a small goal for herself:
Collect three thousand people who want to kill her the most and fill the harem.
The former prince Xie Zhanyu was dragged to the dragon bed with an iron chain, and she spent day and night thinking about how to use the chain to break her neck.
Shen Bingxian, the master of poison medicine, smiled and handed over cups of newly brewed poisonous wine: "Your Majesty, is the taste of this cup better than the last one?"
The enemy's spy leader Xiao Suiyue's tears fell faster than the gleam of a sword: "Your Majesty said he only loved me last night... He lied to me again."
Yun Jin, the reborn national master, deduced the date of her death on the astrolabe: "Three years from now, at the third quarter of the twelfth lunar month, you will die... At the hands of the person you love most."
She held her hands and laughed, old marks on her neck overlapping with new ones.
"Okay, then I'll take a look -"
