The Regent Forces Me to Keep My Secret Identity Under Wraps

Jiang Luo'er and the reigning emperor switched souls. She lived in constant fear in the imperial palace, terrified the regent, whose power overshadowed the court and whose cruelty knew no bounds, would discover her. But her identity was exposed in just three days. Jiang Luo'er thought she was done for. But to her surprise, the regent made her put on a secret identity... Don’t know how to scheme? Learn! Don’t know how to maintain a balance of power? Learn! Not cunning enough? Learn! Jiang Luo'er: This is so hard... ** Jiang Luo'er knew she was worlds apart from him. Once they returned to their rightful places, it would be better if they never met again. But then that man came looking for her. “On your first day in the palace, I taught you that if a servant looks down on you, whip them a dozen times or so. Next time, they’ll crawl to you to pay their respects, not daring even to look at you. “If the slippery schemers at court bully, deceive, and swindle you, strip them of their official caps, burn their robes, and hold the lives of their entire family in your hands. They’ll show you the utmost respect. “I taught you to be composed and calm, to cast aside your hesitation and indecision, and to leave behind your weakness and irresolution. I taught you everything. “But did I ever teach you to run away from me?” Please bookmark my upcoming story, After Saving the Obsessive Chief Councillor [Blurb] In the sixth year of the Jingsheng era, the newly appointed chief councillor, Qin Beixiao, reopened countless old cases, implicating more than a thousand people. His thunderous methods and ruthless tactics shocked the entire court. Those who hated him wished they could devour his flesh and grind his bones to dust. They filled sheets of paper with denunciations, cursing his entire family to die horrible deaths. Of course, there were also those who begged for mercy, kneeling and kowtowing outside his vermilion gates for three days and nights. In the end, their blood stained his gold-threaded boots. His narrow eyes lowered, and the corners of his lips lifted slightly. He brushed it away with a handkerchief, then walked calmly into the Golden Hall. In his qilin-embroidered scarlet robe and jade crown, he appeared utterly composed as he took his place at the head of the officials. With such overwhelming power and such a disposition, even the most outspoken censors seldom mentioned the humiliation he had suffered in the past as the son of a disgraced minister. And amid those days when he had fallen to rock bottom, trampled underfoot by countless people, there was one person Qin Beixiao kept deep in his heart. That year, at the Xu family school, on the first day of the leap month, all was covered in white. Xu Zhining’s slender figure stood in front of him, enduring everyone’s blows and insults, refusing to retreat even one step. “Anyone who wants to lay a hand on him today will have to step over my dead body first!” That day, he knelt in the blizzard, his heart burning as the depths of winter melted away. Theme: Even people who feel inferior must learn to be strong and brave.