Reborn as Cold Emperor's Concubine [S1] How to Avoid the Emperor (And Fail Miserably) 1

How to Avoid the Emperor (And Fail Miserably) 1

Lillian was still reeling from the disaster in the throne room, devises a foolproof plan to escape the Emperor’s attention: pretend to be seriously ill.

She figures the palace staff won’t bother her, and the Emperor certainly wouldn’t waste time on a sickly, insignificant concubine.

Lillian was lounging on the bed groaning loudly while instructing her maids to spread the word of her "mysterious ailment".

Lillian Grey - FL (#47)

Make it sound dire. Something exotic, like... fever of the ancient mist. That sounds contagious, right?

Anne Wood - Maid

Uh... but that’s not real, my lady.

Lillian Grey - FL (#47)

Exactly. No one can argue with something they’ve never heard of.

The maids reluctantly comply, whispering about her strange illness throughout the palace.

Lillian, confident in her brilliance, plans to enjoy a peaceful day of snacks and naps.

The news spreads faster than expected, and instead of being left alone, the palace doctor is summoned by the overly concerned Head Eunuch, who insists on verifying her condition.

Lillian Grey - FL (#47)

(Oh no. Oh no no no. Why are they taking this seriously?!)

Lillian Grey - FL (#47)

When the doctor arrives, she frantically improvises, exaggerating symptoms in the most ridiculous way possible.

Lillian Grey - FL (#47)

My throat feels like it’s on fire... and my vision is blurry! I think I saw... a ghost!

The doctor, utterly confused but too afraid to challenge her, prescribes rest and tonics.

Just as she thinks the chaos is over, word of her condition reaches the Emperor. Amused by the absurdity of a concubine becoming sick right after meeting him, he decides to visit her chambers to investigate.

Lillian Hears a commotion outside her chambers and freezes as the Emperor himself strides in, flanked by his attendants. Her maids bow low, but she’s too stunned to react, lying awkwardly on her bed like a confused burrito wrapped in silk blankets.

Lillian Grey - FL (#47)

(Oh no. Why is he here? He’s supposed to be ruling an empire, not visiting ‘Concubine #47's Sick Day’!)

Lillian Grey - FL (#47)

(Stay calm. Look sick. Definitely don’t look like someone who just ate three bowls of custard.)

Lillian Grey - FL (#47)