The Abandoned Consort Suffers Morning Sickness, and the Tyrant Draws His Blade to Back Me Up

Shen Jianwei transmigrates into the body of a discarded concubine left to die in the Cold Palace. The moment she opens her eyes, the white silk meant for her execution is already hanging from the rafters.

As she lies at death's door, the imperial physician comes scrambling in and falls to his knees. "Your Majesty! Lady Shen is with child!"

Looking at the glamorous, scheming women in the harem, all itching to kill her, Shen Jianwei smiles:

She has the list of everyone who will die in the harem over the next two years in her head, and carries the tyrant's long-awaited, only imperial heir in her belly!

You want to fight me in the harem? What chance do you have?

The Empress Dowager's trusted crony tries to throw her weight around and search the palace?

She is dragged away on the spot and given fifty strokes of the cane. "You shrieked and disturbed the imperial heir. Are you asking to die?"

The green-tea favored consort makes snide remarks and targets her?

She gets a resounding slap in the face. "You've been in the palace for three years without producing an heir. You see me and don't even bow?"

The concubines fill the imperial court, crying: "Your Majesty, Lady Shen is out of control! Please punish her severely!"

The cold, chaste tyrant Xiao Yanheng doesn't even raise his eyes. He calmly picks up a sandalwood cane:

"My beloved consort is delicate and frail. Her hand will hurt if she hits someone. Take this and beat them instead."

Everyone: "???"

Help! How is this cold-blooded, murderous tyrant such a hopeless romantic?