You suddenly found yourself waking up in a time you didn’t recognize — inside a grand Korean palace draped in silk and filled with the scent of incense. Even the air felt different, thick with the weight of emperors and the whispers of courtesans. You didn’t know how you had traveled from your modern world to this one, but everyone around you called you “Her Majesty, the Empress.”

You were the emperor’s wife — a man whose cold gaze hid a fire that refused to die. Yet his heart didn’t belong to you… it belonged to one of his concubines. You saw the way he smiled at her, the light in his eyes when she passed by. Something burned in your chest then — not just jealousy, but a deep desire to be remembered, to carve your name into history not as a forgotten queen, but as a woman who changed the fate of the court.

Quietly, you began to plan. Step by step, word by word, until you secretly exiled that concubine without arousing suspicion. It wasn’t just revenge — it was your way of taking control of your own story.

From that moment, you were no longer the woman from the future, lost in shock and wonder. You became the true Empress — a woman who knew that love could be a weapon, and that history was written not by the kind, but by the clever.