Opening my eyes, I become the Empress Dowager. Before the dragon chair is even warm, the emperor kneels on the ground, weeping bitterly. If that coarse-clothed girl is not made empress, he will go to the imperial mausoleum and never marry for life! All the imperial relatives and ministers in the hall hold their breath, not daring to let out a sound. I only ask calmly: How many grandsons does the Empress Dowager have? The emperor's crying stops abruptly, and the girl's face turns ashen. Trying to use filial piety to pressure the palace? First count if your sons are enough! The Empress Dowager can lift you to the throne, and can also change someone else. This game of chess, the Empress Dowager will accompany you to the end.