On the first day after I transmigrated into the role of a disgraced empress, the System told me that if the emperor called me “deposed empress” one more time, I could go home. So I started doing everything I could to get myself killed in the Cold Palace. I stole the favored consort’s chickens, beat up the empress dowager’s dog, and even turned the emperor’s beloved Ferghana horse into hot pot. At last, he stormed over and kicked my door open. Excited, I held out a pair of chopsticks. “Your Majesty, it’s a split hot pot. Want some?” But he suddenly smiled. “Trying to get my attention with reverse psychology? You’ve succeeded. Tonight, I’ll summon you to my bed.” The System’s alert sounded immediately: [Warning! Target’s affection +100. Return-home mission failed.] I froze, staring at the fox-smile on the man before me. For the first time, I felt regret. I think…I took things too far.
