Gambling God Empress

I transmigrated and became a discarded queen. The emperor doesn't care about anything. All he thinks about is trash. When he sees me, he can't eat. The harem is lonely, teaching people to gamble and earn a few meals. The princes, each more handsome and rich than the last, enthusiastically invited me out of the palace for a gamble. Meeting a proud pockmarked face, betting on whether or not to pay. He said domineeringly, "I am the Emperor. All the money in this world is mine. Why should I give it to you, fat woman?" "You're the emperor, and I'm also the empress. If I lose, I won't pay …" I ran, but didn't give him the money. He was the emperor, so if he caught the empress gambling, he wouldn't be wasted. I won't retire even if I were beaten to death. There were many pretty boys outside, but it was also very dangerous. They all wanted to think about their own ideas. Beautiful men were like wine, intoxicating one with their eyes. The pockmarked emperor looked like a dog and wanted to bite me. The Second Sky of Fire and Ice trembled as they watched the battle between men. For power, for power, for me.