Your Mask Has Fallen, You Good-for-Nothing Empress

Ye Qingyan couldn't even hurt a fly, yet her lifespan was endless. Three emperors had already died, but she, the most powerful woman in the imperial harem, was still alive and well.

Then the fourth-generation imperial great-grandson ascended the throne, and she was reborn... on her wedding day!

“Your Highness, the consort pulled up all the rare flowers and plants in the garden.”

“Then plant them all again.”

“Your Highness, the consort took the thousand-year-old ginseng, century-old snow lotus, and nine-hundred-year-old fleeceflower from the storeroom.”

“Go and collect more.”

“Your Highness, the consort says she wants to roam the martial world.”

“I'll go with her.”

“Your Highness, the prince brought a woman back to the manor. How should we deal with her?”

“Prepare a fine, thin-skinned coffin. Make sure its ends meet at the dog's head!”

“You mean... you're going to ‘deal with’ her?”

“Of course not. The coffin is for your prince!”

A certain man standing outside the door: ...