The Empress In The Palace Novels & Stories

" Vincent frowned as well and was about to step forward. Then the spotlight snapped on, illuminating the entrance. My mother walked out, her arm linked with mine. I wore a black couture gown, the diamond crown on my head blazing under the lights. I lifted my chin slightly and let my gaze sweep calmly across the room. The entire hall fell silent. "My God…" someone whispered. "She looks just like the Donna in her youth." "Even more elegant than Miss Sofia." "That's what a real principessa looks like." The glass in Vincent's hand nearly slipped from his grasp. It was the first time he had ever seen me like that. No longer the girl who depended on him or looked up to him.

I won’t let myself fall for the man who’s ruled my thoughts since the prenup. The knock comes again, sharper this time. “It’s time,” a voice calls from outside. Papa rises, extending his hand. “Ready, princess?” I slide my fingers into his. My pulse hammers, but I force a steady smile. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” I glance at my reflection in the hallway mirror. The bride staring back is tense, ready, unwilling to submit fully. I like that about myself. Even here, in silk and lace, I am not entirely tamed.

News travelled extremely fast in the palace. Feng Shao narrated everything knowing that if he skipped any detail the other would ask and keep on nagging him until the truth came out. Just like that, they spent their afternoon conversing. On the other wing of the palace, the little prince was playing with his guards and servants while his mother sat with the other concubines drinking some tea. Mei Su wore her colourful imperial gown, with her hair adorned with a heavy piece. She didn't seem like a widow mourning her husband at all. She was the Empress of Wu in every sense. The way she was addressing the concubines was a little harsh however she didn't cross the line and listened to what they

The woman moved her hand, and flower petals appeared, creating a small breeze that instantly carried both of them out of the grand palace hall. And when the empress opened her eyes, she was already in front of a very large ancient house. Enveloped by blue light and a heat strong enough to suppress even ninth-tier heavenly cultivators. Entering the ancient house, the empress stared at a blue flame that seemed larger than when she had come there before. DUG... DUGG...DUGDUG… "What is this?" The Empress suddenly bowed her head as she felt a slight pain in her heart upon seeing the blue flame.

“What do you mean? “You promise to build me a much better garden, but if you keep me in here, I won’t be able to know if you’re telling the truth if I can't compare them with yours.” “Oh.” “So, you won’t keep me as a prisoner here in the palace, right?" asked Ruby who was holding his hand closely to her face. “Of course.” Bingo! “He took the bait,” thought Ruby. “The bracelet should have taken the command. I can freely leave now. There is no stopping me from leaving the palace. But first thing is first, I must find out why the Empress Dowager look so much like Grandmother Willow.” They walked for a distance until they reached the Empress Dowager.

Ana’s hips swayed enticingly before him as her boots made very little sound on the stone floors of the palace’s corridor. “Thank you for understanding.” It took them several minutes of walking to come to the main entrance hall of the palace. With it’s grand staircases leading up to the floors above. The vaulted ceiling gave the space a cavernous sound that was only broken when no one dared to move or breathe. Tatiana and Dionysius were there with her mother and the emperor. By the look on the empress’ face, Ana’s parents had been arguing. The emperor, however, looked like nothing phased him.

he began, his voice unhurried and deliberate, "Did you just say that my Empress has been keeping your daughter from you?" Cedric and Seraphina went rigid. "The... The Empress?" Cedric raised his head, his gaze falling on Mother, the blood draining from his face. "She... She..." "She is my Empress. The lady of the court, and the only one in this kingdom who holds that title." Father spoke each word with precision. "And that child."

She was holding the music box. "Madeline," Elena hissed, her blood turning to ice. The woman turned around. But it wasn't Madeline’s face. It was a younger woman, her features a mirror image of Elena’s, except for a shock of white hair at her temple. She looked into the camera and held up a small, hand-painted wooden horse—an exact replica of Leo’s. "The Empress has a sister," the woman mouthed, her voice silent but the words clear on her lips.

"Do not threaten me, Natalie. I have spilled too much blood to get to this throne. I am the boss now. You do not control me." I lowered my head, intending to forcefully kiss her to reassert my dominance, to make her submit to the monster she had helped create. But before our lips could touch, the entire hall was suddenly flooded with a blinding, white light. Bright headlights cut through the glass double doors, illuminating the room like a stage as the roar of a high-powered engine echoed from the driveway outside. "Am I interrupting something?" A deep, smooth voice drifted from the shadows near the corridor. Natalie and I both froze. I slowly let go of her wrists and stood up, my heart drop

The next morning, Emery decided to tour the royal palace to familiarize herself with the place. Her maidservants gladly accompanied her even though she insisted to be alone. Wearing her white royal robes trimmed with gold that dropped down to her ankles and traced the slender shape of her hips, she secured her dagger on her thigh before leaving her chambers. It already became a habit for her to keep at least one dagger anywhere she went. "I've heard that the royal garden looks like a paradise. I want to see it in person," she demanded.