Make Her Your Vassal

I, the most infamous eldest princess of Dayan, the first thing I did when I came back was to tear off the purple robe of the prime minister. In the previous life, Gu Jinglan pinched my neck and pushed me off the tower, laughing at me for being naive and foolish, and that I deserved to be a stepping stone on his path to power. In this life, I returned with ten years of memories. On the surface, I was still the arrogant and absurd Princess of Disaster, but secretly I laid out the chess game right under his nose. He gave me the blood-stained "evidence", and I tore his cuffs embroidered with crane patterns in front of everyone, and asked with a smile: "Mr. Gu, is it a clumsy way to frame someone's clothes?" He pressed forward step by step, and I turned his most proud "shadow guard" into my sword. He sneered: "Princess's eye for beauty is better than choosing allies." I pushed him against the palace wall with my backhand, and stroked his Adam's apple with my fingertips: "Then Prime Minister... Are you willing to get under my skirt and be the most special 'face leader'?" Later, I wore a yellow robe and ascended the throne as emperor. He took off his purple robe and knelt at the foot of the stairs in red. His eyes were as stubborn as ever before: "Your Majesty, the throne is empty. I can't wait any longer." Behind the curtain, the counselor who was as cold as jade and who accompanied me through all the darkness, had cracked tortoise shells on his fingertips and was dripping with blood. ——This Dragon Throne, do you want me to trade my harem for peace?