A Thousand Years for the Empress

He commanded in a cold voice, “Be my woman!” She refused. “No.” He fumed. “You slept with me. Don’t you have to take responsibility? Want me to use your life as a pillow?” Damn it, better to keep her head down and do her job as a palace maid than risk her life being his woman. But with the heartless emperor threatening her life, she had no choice but to fight the women of the imperial harem to the death. In this palace, it’s either you die or I live. In the first half of my life, others held my life and death in their hands. In the second half, that’s right, the lives and deaths of others are mine to decide.