I Scheme for the Throne in a Psychiatric Hospital

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[The upcoming novel, "Type 1 to Revive the Tragic-Novel Heroine," is listed below. Please add it to your favorites QAQ]

Before entering the palace, her mother had warned her again and again: The imperial harem was always as brutal as a battlefield. Palace intrigue killed without drawing blood, so she had to tread carefully at every step, as if walking on thin ice. Ideally, she would rise to become Empress and bear the emperor a child or two.

Ning Yuan clutched her little bundle and silently clenched her fists.

As soon as she entered the palace, the kind-hearted Noble Consort leaned close and whispered in her ear:

"We're all patients from the W City Mental Health Center. Everyone in the harem except you is a fellow patient who transmigrated here."

Ning Yuan's pupils dilated in shock. Her inner monologue: What does that mean?

Is this also part of palace intrigue?!

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It wasn't until she saw a concubine swinging from vine to vine like an ape, snatching bananas from passing palace attendants and shouting, "Ahhh, my mental state is really good!" that she understood.

Ning Yuan: ... The schemes of the inner palace are truly terrifying!

The concubines: (screaming) (contorting) (crawling around in the shadows) (twitching) (howling) (writhing) (growling ominously)

Ning Yuan: Terrifying... truly.

The concubines roared at the sky: Red means destruction! Blue means indifference! Black is our destiny! Give me yellow!

Ning Yuan: ...

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After realizing that the concubines were not in a good state of mind, Ning Yuan decided to take it all in stride.

All the concubines gathered to feed the koi, except Consort Yu, who had depression and lay on the grass, staring blankly.

Thinking she was unwell, Ning Yuan hurried past. But Consort Yu grabbed her and asked, "Tell me, is the immortal philosophy that captured my heart just a daydream?"

Ning Yuan: ...

The emperor unusually decided to spend the night in the harem and casually picked the empress's name plaque. When the empress heard, she took up a manure fork to defend herself. After waiting so long that she grew exhausted, she fled to Ning Yuan's residence in a cloud of dust.

The empress, who had bipolar disorder and hated men: :)

Ning Yuan: ...

Ning Yuan arrived late to the palace banquet because she was unwell. The emperor seized the chance to make an example of the others, lecturing the concubines to uphold the Three Bonds and Five Constants and put their husbands first.

Consort Jing, who had ADHD, flipped the table on the spot and yanked the emperor out of his seat. "You're right, but men aren't allowed at the table when we're eating. It's not discrimination. It's a rule handed down by our ancestors."

Ning Yuan: ...

One day, the emperor finally picked Ning Yuan's name plaque.

When he realized that this low-ranking concubine was the only normal person before him, he took both her hands, tears in his eyes. "I want us to be together forever, until our hair turns white!"

Ning Yuan: ?

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Gradually, Ning Yuan grew used to her carefree, happy life with the concubines.

She noticed that although everyone was funny and interesting, there were always times when they couldn't leave their rooms.

Sometimes, at night, muffled crying could be heard from one of the harem's palaces.

Ning Yuan would sit quietly with them and remind them to take their medicine on time.

She ought to have kept her distance from them, but Ning Yuan thought:

Just like people with colds, weak spleens, or stomach problems, they're simply ill.

[Contains a lot of unhinged writing, but also includes some personal opinions]

[The heroine is a native of a feudal era. The concubines came from the non-intensive care ward of a modern mental health center, and their conditions are relatively stable after long-term treatment.]

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[Upcoming novel] "Type 1 to Revive the Tragic-Novel Heroine":

After breaking up with me, Song Lanyun cultivated demonic arts and went mad. With a single swing of his Flying Cloud Sword, he cowed the Eight Wildernesses. He would rather make an enemy of the whole world than leave Luo Qianqian, who had caused such a huge mess, to her fate.

The righteous cultivators wanted to demand justice on behalf of the cultivation world, but Song Lanyun killed most of them, his eyes bloodshot.

My master advised me, "You two still have feelings for each other. Why not try to persuade him to stop?"

I hesitated. "I'll try."

Then Song Lanyun killed me with a single sword strike, without the slightest hesitation.

Along with me, all 108 cultivation masters died in Lin'an, lined up nice and neat.

I used to like Song Lanyun a lot, but even a monkey's life matters.

As I lay dying, Song Lanyun gripped my throat. His eyes slowly cleared.

He seemed to remember the time we'd spent together. Back then, a young girl's heart had been sincere and passionate. She'd offered it to him without reservation, thinking she could warm a thousand-year-old block of ice.

As he stared at me in shock, my heart utterly shattered. I fell beside the sobbing Luo Qianqian and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

Song Lanyun reached out as if to hold me. My blood stained his robes. With the last of my strength, I said to him:

"Get lost."

I was wrong.

I shouldn't have liked Song Lanyun.

As my consciousness faded, I remembered our meeting years ago. A cold, aloof young man practiced his sword beneath a tree while phoenix blossoms danced across the sky.

Back then, I had nervously hidden behind my master. The boy lowered his sword and looked right through me from afar, yet it seemed he was looking at someone else.

That was when he told me:

"You look just like someone I once knew."

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Awakening from a long dream, the junior sister who had been stabbed to death came back to life in her coffin.

Now that his beloved has returned, she couldn't keep playing his stand-in.

Looking at her senior brother, Song Lanyun, sleeping soundly, she stabbed him hard and fled in the middle of the night.

From now on,

she would become the biggest, fiercest demon queen,

and she would never look back.

#Bet you didn't expect Junior Sister to get a resurrection armor :)#

#She even got a Fate-Stealing Blade#

*The main story is not told in first person.

*No character, including the protagonists, is perfect.

Theme: Care for people with mental illness