The Golden Palace in Turmoil

In her previous life, Lan Xi was a model empress. She used the power of her entire clan to help an ambitious prince seize the throne, and devoted her life to managing his household. Once every benefit she could offer had been drained from her, the emperor held his true love, soft and delicate in his arms, while Lan Xi was sent to the Cold Palace. He wiped out the Lan clan, root and branch, and ordered the family executed and their property confiscated. Even her death was fitting for an empress. In the twelfth month, amid heavy snow, her mutilated remains were thrown into a mass grave, where wild dogs devoured them.

Reborn, she took the sharp sword that had been hidden beneath her pillow into her hand. As the eldest legitimate daughter of the century-old, aristocratic Lan clan, a peerless beauty of the highest refinement, with power and wealth within easy reach, why should she tie her love and life to a man?

With sword in hand, she stormed the imperial court. She cut down the worthless man, then the wicked woman; seized the throne, ascended the Phoenix Terrace, protected the Lan clan, and pursued glory. What was the point of being an empress who embodied virtue for all under heaven? She would become the empress dowager who ruled for ten thousand years, a role model for women everywhere. She would embody a legacy that would be remembered through the ages and build a glorious age of peace.

As for the men who kept throwing themselves at her… Don't block my way.

As for that crowd who kept crowding around