When I was three, my entire clan sent me to the sacrificial altar.
My imperial father wanted to trade my life for his throne. The empress hoped I would die quietly. The high priest wanted to use my life force to obtain a Foundation Establishment Pill.
They raised their wine cups and smiled as they watched a three-year-old girl walk toward her death.
But they didn't know that I could hear every word in their hearts.
In my previous life, I was an empress who commanded the celestial river. In this life, I was reborn as an abandoned child in the cold palace, awakening mind reading and devouring abilities.
Your cultivation? Devoured. Your fortune? Devoured. The schemes you worked so hard to hatch? One bite at a time, all devoured.
The empress sent someone to poison me. I drank the poison and casually drained her confidante's spiritual power. The high priest tried to draw out my life force, so I turned around and devoured a century of his cultivation until not a trace remained. My imperial father wanted to use me as a pawn? Sorry, the pawn has already turned the tables and become the player.
From the cold palace to the throne room, from an abandoned pawn to an empress. I speak heart-piercing truths in a baby voice and topple an entire dynasty with my chubby little hands.
Who says a woman can't become emperor? If you disagree, get in line.
--- Burp. Devoured.
