[Mastermind Behind the Scenes + Raising an Empress]
On the eve of my wedding night, I will bleed from all seven orifices and die in front of the Empress.
I transmigrate into the dark game I designed myself, becoming the Empress's one true love and the doomed consort from the opening cinematic.
The great clans control the court, demonic tribes press in from the north, and immortal sects look on coldly.
They are waiting for the Empress to go mad, for the realm to descend into chaos, and for them to seize Great Xia's dragon veins.
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View the stats of all things, alter cultivation attributes, and create anything from thin air.
In public, she is cold and ruthless, holding the world in her grasp. In private, she sheds her icy facade and dresses in red for me alone.
She stands in front; I stand behind.
She is the scabbard; I am the sword.
She holds power; I hold her.
The realm is hers, and she is mine.
The great clans? The demonic tribes? The immortal sects?
They're nothing but a string of data waiting to be deleted in my modifier. [The synopsis doesn't do it justice. Please read the story.]
[The story is written in third person, not first person.]
