Can the Tyrant Read Minds? The Empress Just Wants to Take It Easy!

Su Wanwan opened her eyes and found herself transmigrated into the role of a cannon-fodder empress in an old-school tragic novel.

According to the original plot, she would be deposed in three years and die miserably in the Cold Palace for advising the young tyrant Xiao Jue to rule with benevolence.

After meeting a transmigrated heroine, Xiao Jue would be healed and changed, becoming a wise ruler and sharing an enduring love story with her.

Wanwan gazed at her breathtaking face in the bronze mirror, then felt her own healthy, vibrant body.

Offer advice? Rule benevolently? Whoever wants to can do it.

Her philosophy for staying alive:

The tyrant kills someone? She lowers her head and grinds ink.

The tyrant can't sleep? She hums a painfully off-key lullaby.

The harem fights among itself? She takes the center seat, snacks and tea at the ready, while her inner commentary scrolls by: "Fight, fight!"

She thought she was an emotionless survival machine, until...

During an assassination at a palace banquet, the gloomy young emperor, drenched in blood, shielded her with his own body. His fingertips trembled as he wiped the blood from her cheek, madness surging in his eyes like nothing she'd ever seen. "Wanwan, are you scared? Don't be afraid... I'll kill them all, and then no one will be able to scare you."

Later, Xiao Jue trapped her between the throne and his chest, twining her hair around his fingers, his breath burning hot:

"That lullaby you sang me, was it called 'The Lonely Brave'?"

"And that strange set of exercises you do every morning... was it called Tai Chi?"

He chuckled, his voice dangerous yet alluring. "My empress, just how many secrets are you hiding? Why don't we spend our whole lives finding out, little by little?"

Su Wanwan: !!! How does he know?!