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Rachel finally woke up to a sword pointed at her neck, her daze somewhat dull as she looked at the Emperor, who broke into her room somehow, she saw that her servants were busy outside. Ana was being forced into the ground.

Before it cut flesh, she grabbed the sword and crushed it with her hand. The Emperor was shocked and fell backward, Rachel admired the shard of the sword for a moment. When she coldhearted thrown it at the Emperor killing him instantly without mercy. Her expression was so cold that it made those holding Ana halt and back away out of fear.

She had used her shadows to kill them instantly when they did.

"Your awake?" Ana said with respect and was shivering somewhat. Rachel pulled her hair back as she started to sober up.

"How long have I been out?" Rachel asked.

"About a month"

Rachel nodded and glanced outside with her shadows she understood that the emperor had gathered an army to subdue Rachel's subordinates. Hel, Layla, and Michelle were dealing with the human armies without using their powers so it was taking them awhile.

Grabbing a sword Rachel cut off the Emperor's head and walked outside with it. The shock of seeing the Emperor's head was terrifying, especially since Rachel was the one holding it. Rachel glanced at Hel, Lalya, and Michelle, telling them to kill everyone here.

Rachel throws the former Emperor's head down the large ceremonial steps and turned back inside.

The next day she had the young Empress and her five-year-old son, as well as court officials before her and tied up before her. Rachel frowned at the Empress and her young son and wondered why they were tied up.

"Release the Empress and the Crown Prince." Some of the Officials looked confused as the Empress son was the youngest of the harem. The ropes on the Empress and her son where cut off and they were brought over.

The Empress collapsed onto the ground. "Your majesty, Empress Dowager, please spa-"

"I never gave you permission to talk nor beg," Rachel said in a deadly voice, the little prince stared with red eyes unsure of what to do. He was too scared to cry or make noise. "If you just stay quiet you may live another day."

Rachel then finally turned her attention to the many officials who were tied and gaged to the floor. "as for the rest of you" she waved her hand. "Kill them." With no hesitation and muffled screams, all fifty of these officials were killed. Their treasure was taken and given to the people. Families were allowed to live. But, only as slaves for the rest of there lives.

As for the Concubines of the harem, somewhere released, somewhere killed immediately. Somewhere sent to brothels, slaves, etc. The only ones who remained were the Empress, Concubine Wen, and a few of the Concubines who bore the Emperor's children. The Harem held about 26 children from both former emperors.

Within five years, Rachel's rule had settled with objects being non-existent.

The Children of the Harem were filtered and somewhere sent to live among the common people, once she deemed their worth their tests. Most of those made to live on the outside, they where giving pay and provided a place to live on the outside.

The Competent of the Harems children were allowed to stay, whether they are male or female. Rachel was annoyed at their mother who sighed with relief when their children were allowed to stay, as for the ones who had to go, they screamed cried and begged to stay.

The Crown Prince the Empress son was almost tied to her hip, in order to teach him how to rule. The reason she had chosen the Empress son was that One, he was smarter and could easily understand a situation and two, he was unfavored by his father.

Yawning, Rachel leaned back comfortably, she is now the grand Empress Dowager and had long stepped back. The Young Crown Prince was now Emperor his ruling is peaceful and innovative. He has a decent close relationship with his siblings, so no troubles with the throne. His wife chosen by his mother and him was decent and not too stupid.

She sat near the Pavilion, the sound of children running around and playing. Both Cousins and siblings, their mother having a nice chat, its nice when people are sensible. Rachel has to admit she did a good in choosing people who weren't that greedy.

"Grand Empress Dowager," said the child who is now and Emperor, he smiled kindheartedly.

"Ah, Junior, every time I see you if breaks my heart." Rachel started to say.

"…." The Emperor didn't say anything as he sat down.

"I heard about the Edict you passed this morning. Why, are you getting involved with the personal affairs of others?" Rachel asked

"He's m-"

Rachel didn't give him a chance to answer as she threw a pastry at his face.

(ರ_ರ)

He looked at her, he wasn't mad at all, he laughed a little. Because usually when she hated something he did, she would throw something soft at his face, with great accuracy.

She would carry a serious expression. While doing so even though the object she throws at gets more and more ridiculous as time goes.

"He's-" he tried to say again when she a little lotus at him this time. Her expression didn't change. By this time the people on the other side of the pavilion were laughing quietly clearly entertain by Rachel's silly way.

At this point the conversation would go on like this, he would try to give his excuse and she would throw anything at him.

"What do you want me to do, retract my decree"

Rachel said nothing she just stared at him.

"You can't be serious."

(ರ_ರ)


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