Transmigrated into a Game as the Empress

I was playing a game when, in a moment of carelessness, I transmigrated. Tragic.

I was playing a palace intrigue game when, in a moment of carelessness, I transmigrated into it, only to discover that I was the only real person there, while all the stiff NPCs had come to life. Even more tragic.

The emperor is handsome and refined on the surface, but schemes endlessly beneath it.

The consorts in every palace seem to get along harmoniously, but behind the scenes they are constantly plotting against one another.

As a lowly, discarded concubine banished to the Cold Palace, Liu Weinuo, or rather, Dugu Weinuo, how will she cope?

How will she get out of the Cold Palace, plunge into the palace intrigue, and fulfill the arduous yet hopeful mission assigned to her by the System?

Flirting? Not needed! The heroine? A master of disguise! The hero? For now, he's waiting in line!

And that is precisely why the path is strewn with thorns. This is no longer just a game.

"Your Majesty, you gave me hatred along with your love. Because you love me, you dragged me into a whirlpool of vendettas and poisonings. Because you love me, you want to get rid of me..." As she thought, several clear tears slid down her lovely face. "Why must it be so tragic?"

Without love, how can there be hatred? It is lonely at the top. She dances, her shadow swaying, her splendid robes flowing. Once more, she seems to see the elegant, handsome young man gazing at her from a short distance away, smiling faintly, his eyes full of tenderness that will not fade.

This is not a lighthearted story. If you like cozy tales where the heroine rises to the top in one easy leap and becomes empress, please be prepared: this is the story of a concubine's growth into an empress. There are plenty of male leads, but the ending pairs her with just one.