The Coffin Is the Throne of the Emperor: I Will Sit on This Throne

There was a severe drought that year, and people died of hunger thousands of miles away. I sold myself to Yapo in exchange for a bag of corn, which I left for my brothers and sisters who were about to starve to death. Seven years later, the new emperor chose his concubine, and I was chosen from the lowest slave in the Huanyi Bureau. Everyone laughs at me for being a lowly child born into hungry people. Little did he know that in the past seven years, I had already secretly eroded the power of my enemy. Tonight at the palace banquet, the new emperor, who I served with my own hands, is dying. I took off my skirt, revealing the horrific scars on my back, and stepped onto the throne step by step. The beloved concubine who laughed at me back then got down on her knees, trembling and asked me who I was. I touched the late emperor's royal seal and said softly with a smile: "That winter, the three thousand hungry people your father killed were all my blood relatives."