A fearless modern girl decided to ignore the real history and go with her flow. Becoming a proper young lady who is abandoned by her own family was indeed hard. However, the worst has yet to come. Until one day, she was summoned to go back to her family manor. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ••• His presence alone exudes the dignified air of a noble. Wearing a mask caused people's fear. Her fearless actions impressed him, and at the same time, he drew a line between them. 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙚𝙧𝙖?

This is not my story. It is for offline reading purpose only. The credit goes to the original Author- butterfly's Shadow beneath the moon. To pass as an imperial concubine, one must be professional. Actually, the profession of an imperial concubine is pretty good. The emperor will accompany you in eating and drinking, and even pay you for it. What's not good about that?

To become an imperial concubine is to master the art of survival. It is not beauty that keeps you alive, nor obedience that keeps you favored, it is precision. Every word measured. Every glance calculated. Every step taken as though walking along the edge of a blade. Yes, the emperor will dine with you. He will laugh with you. He may even favor you for a time. And for that fleeting favor, you will be rewarded with silk, gold, and a life others can only dream of. But dreams have a way of turning into cages. Because within the palace, affection is currency, trust is a weapon, and love... is the most dangerous illusion of all. From the outside, it sounds like an enviable position. What could possibly be wrong with such a life? Only those within the palace walls know the truth. ✍️ Butterfly's Shadow Beneath the Moon

"I used to run a multi-billion-dollar empire from a boardroom. Now, I'm running a harem from my bed-and the room service is appalling." Su Lin was the "Dragon Lady" of the corporate world-cold, calculating, and capable of firing a man with a single look. But after a freak accident, she's transmigrated into the body of a neglected, "weak" consort in the 4th Prince's palace. The original Su Lin was a pushover who died in silence. The new Su Lin? She's a predator. While the other concubines are busy weeping for the prince's attention, Su Lin is busy treating the Imperial Court like a hostile takeover: 📊 Performance Reviews: If a maid can't brew tea properly, she's getting a "Personal Improvement Plan." 📉 Budget Audits: Why are we spending 5,000 taels on incense when the snack selection is this pathetic? 💼 Hostile Takeovers: The palace isn't a home; it's a corporation. And Su Lin is coming for the CEO's chair. But there's a glitch in her plan: The cold-hearted 4th Prince, who once couldn't care less if she lived or died, is suddenly very interested in his "new" wife's sudden change in personality. He's intrigued, she's annoyed, and the ancient world isn't ready for a woman who treats a Royal Decree like a "suggestion" from HR. In a world of silk-wrapped daggers and poisoned tea, Su Lin has only one rule: Don't mess with her empire, and never touch her snacks. In a world of deadly scandals, she's the biggest one of all. ❤️🔥🐦🔥 ✨ WHY YOU'LL LOVE THIS: ✅ Badass Female Lead (No damsels here!) ✅ CEO x Prince (Power Couple energy) ✅ Transmigration / Isekai ✅ Slow Burn & Snarky Humour ✅ Historical Palace Drama

"Is that a damn dog?" Merle asked Daryl, who had paused to light a smoke stopped, just before the lighter touched the cigarette. Looking towards the house he sees the familiar white and black speckled fur, stained with red. "Son of bitch." He hisses, the lighter and cigarette hitting the ground as he raced to the house. Merle was confused but was fast on his brother's heels, they bust into the house and found it was quiet besides the sound of dishes clattering in the sink and water swishing. They share a look before entering the kitchen, there they spot their sister. Aspen stood at the sink with her back to them, washing dishes as their father sat at the table eating and drinking. Merle stayed in the doorway of the kitchen, watching his younger siblings as Daryl approached their sister like she was a spooked fawn. Daryl kept his voice gentle as he spoke "The hell happened?" She didn't face him, didn't make a sound, but he noticed how she scrubbed harder at the pan, chipping some of the coating. "I shot that damn dog." Daryl faced his father, anger settling in his gaze "What?" Updates every Saturday or Sunday. I don't own The Walking Dead I don't own any characters besides my own I don't own any plots/situations besides my own I don't own any music or images