The Eastern Palace Kills Me

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Blurb:

I stood atop the Eastern Palace with a torch in my hand. Beneath my feet lay a pile of dry kindling. Facing the Eastern Palace's crown prince and the nobles gathered below, I wore an indifferent expression.

I felt the Eastern Palace was determined to kill the last shred of my humanity.

So, to fight back, I decided to burn down the Eastern Palace before it could kill me.

Of course, I also wanted revenge for my dear friend and family who had died. The Eastern Palace's crown prince, who looked down on all others and used ruthless methods, was now begging me not to seek death. It was a ridiculous sight, one I had never seen before, and neither had anyone else...

It was a little funny. Three days ago, he had begged me to become his empress, yet three years ago, he had repeatedly warned me not to even dream of winning so much as a shred of his affection.

I remembered that I was the crown princess, then wondered when I had become caught up in this whirlpool of power... Probably when we suppressed the bandits at Maitai Mountain.

This story is told in third person. It didn't do well, so I cried and wrote it the way I wanted.

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Blurb:

Zhaoqin was once the late emperor's most cherished little princess, but at a palace banquet when she was young, she was declared a fake princess and expelled from the palace.

Ten years later, she returned to the palace as a lowly maid, with ulterior motives.

Princess Luanzhu had a stable hand by her side. He was always lowering his head and bending his back humbly, so that people could see only his stunning profile.

He was the real prince, who had been lost among the common people and raised outside the palace by Zhaoqin.

Zhaoqin watched with her own eyes as the once-lowly stable hand became a noble prince, then climbed step by step to the highest position.

She used him, wielding his power to seek justice for her deceased elder brother, and even to help another elder brother rebel and seize the throne.

Night had fallen. Countless troops clashed, and the imperial city was stained with blood.

Zhaoqin and her elder brother worked together from within and without, dreaming of claiming the throne.

By then, the young man wore the imperial robes. His dark eyes fixed on her as he asked in a low voice, "Aunt, your betrayal is like having my bones scraped clean..."

Zhaoqin knew the outcome was already decided. To keep her elder brother safe, she asked the emperor through tear-blurred eyes, "What will it take for you to spare him?"

The young emperor gazed at her with gloomy eyes. What he wanted was forbidden by the ways of the world, and she was unwilling to give it...

One thought turned him into a demon, and he murmured, "I want... you."

The heroine is not related by blood to anyone.

The hero and heroine have an age gap. Please read with caution if this bothers you.

Premise: Live as your true self in an ancient society, and fear no one in power