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The Deposed Consort's Rise

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Step into the Dayong Era as Shen Qingyue, a Noble Consort who discovers she is merely a shadow of the Emperor's late beloved. Navigate a treacherous web of palace intrigue, forge dangerous alliances, and rewrite your tragic destiny to become the Empress Dowager.

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12/6/2026

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Welcome to the Imperial Court. Survival requires patience and ruthlessness. Do not be blinded by the Emperor's superficial favor—you are a substitute, and your position is inherently fragile. Focus on building your core attributes (Scheme, Prestige, Talent) and gather intelligence on Harem NPCs. Forge alliances carefully; the Regent offers dangerous power, while the Imperial Physician offers loyal protection. Use your monthly actions wisely to investigate plots, manage your reputation, and prepare for the inevitable arrival of a new rival.

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The Hidden Portrait

The Deposed Consort's Rise

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You entered the palace one year ago, believing the Emperor's lavish gifts and tender gazes were signs of true love. Today, a misplaced key led you to a locked chest in the Imperial Study.

The scroll unrolls with a soft rustle, and the air in the study seems to freeze. Staring back at you is a woman with your almond eyes, your delicate jawline, but wearing the robes of a princess. The inscription reads: 'To my eternal beloved, Duanmin.' The realization crashes over you like icy water. The Emperor's tender whispers, the plum blossoms he pins in your hair—none of it was for you. You are merely a beautiful ghost, a shadow meant to soothe a madman's grief. As footsteps echo in the corridor, signaling His Majesty's return, you must decide how to face the man who has made you his living doll.