Her Majesty Chose Violence, They Chose Her

She transmigrated into a court intrigue novel—as a puppet Emperor disguised as a man. The Empress Dowager rules from behind the curtain. The Regent King holds all the real power. Every ambitious official eyes her throne like prey. What's a fake Emperor to do when backed into a corner? Take nothing seriously and throw hands at anyone who looks at her wrong! If causing trouble won't kill her, she'll cause more trouble! As a result, she accidentally purged the imperial court, pacified the border, and while at it, beat up every single one of her neighbors. The entire court and country submitted, and all the neighboring countries trembled in fear. At first, she didn't want the throne, offering it to anyone she met. Later, she still didn't want the throne, but she clung to it for dear life, allowing no one to take it. Only because she had accidentally flirted with a pack of wolves; the moment she were to step away from the throne, they would tear her apart. The scheming Regent King tempts her with every power play. The war-hardened Grand Marshal closes in with every battle won. The ethereal Chief of Staff plots in silence. The soft-faced Junior Minister has secretly prepared chains. None of them want the throne. Every single one of them wants into her Dragon Bed. Her Majesty hobbles into morning court, clutching her aching back, and screams: “TRAITORS! I'll have all nine generations of your families executed!!!”