I Don't Need This Harem (Matriarchal Society)

After becoming the empress of a matriarchal world, Pei Yuan had three thousand handsome, elegant, and remarkable consorts in her harem.

Before she had a chance to choose a consort, share a bed, and enjoy the blessings of having a crowd of lovers, she discovered that she was nothing but a puppet emperor.

The court was firmly controlled by the ministers, and even the inner palace was in turmoil.

Pei Yuan, who had always been fiercely independent, declared that she would never tolerate such humiliation! She immediately decided to go mad and screw everyone over!

The ministers overstepped their authority.

Pei Yuan stood up and gave up her seat. "Here, you sit on the throne."

The ministers pretended to be poor and complained.

Pei Yuan stuck out her neck. "Here, take my life."

The ministers accused her of being incompetent and foolish.

Pei Yuan took off her ceremonial crown. "Here, if you can do better, take over."

At long last, the court settled down, but trouble kept erupting in the harem.

The imperial physician: "Congratulations, Your Majesty. Your consort is pregnant. He's already two months along."

Pei Yuan chuckled. "Now that's a truly huge piece of cuckolding news."

The noble consort: "Your Majesty, last night I noticed something strange in the garden. The palace attendant Qi and Kuang Niang were entangled in a wild tumble. When I parted the bushes, the palace attendant's green sash was hanging on Kuang Niang's bellyband. Many palace attendants saw it."

Pei Yuan slapped her thigh. "What? Why didn't you call me for something that exciting?"

The secondary consort: "Your Majesty, I happened to see Consort Hui enter an empty palace chamber with a guard. After they left, I went in to look. What a huge bed!"

Pei Yuan was astonished. "How huge? Is it bigger than mine? Someone, have that bed moved to my sleeping quarters at once!"

After yet another splitting headache, the constant flashes of memory finally gave her a deep understanding of the original owner.

She was obsessive, suspicious, ruthless, and cold, with a tender side for only one person.

On the day of her coronation, she lifted Lu Changxing's chin with a fingertip. "Your entire family was executed, and you alone were spared. Do you know why I chose you as my empress consort?"

The man kneeling below, dressed in moon-white underclothes soaked with cold sweat, felt his Adam's apple tremble against her palm. "I... am the best sheath for Your Majesty's blade."

Only later did she learn that Lu Changxing carried a terrible blood feud, yet willingly stayed by her side because her headaches were frequent and only he could relieve them.

It turned out the original owner had always been her. But why had she become that way?

The hero's perspective:

Lu Changxing met Pei Yuan when they were young. From then on, she always kept his name on her lips.

But when she woke from one night's sleep, she could no longer call his name.

Lu Changxing knew she'd lost her memory again.

He thought it over again and again. When they first met, she had just turned ten. She had yet to suffer persecution, fall out with her sisters, or be betrayed by loyal servants. She was neither the late emperor's pawn nor a tool in the ministers' power struggles...

She was simply Pei Yuan, a precocious yet lovable Pei Yuan.

Lu Changxing decided to raise her all over again.

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