Her Majesty Chose Violence, They Chose Her

She transmigrated into a court intrigue novel... as the puppet Emperor. The only problem? She's actually a woman pretending to be a man. The Empress Dowager rules from behind the curtain. The Regent King controls the government. Every ambitious official has their eyes on the throne. So what's a fake Emperor supposed to do? Simple. Stop caring, start fighting, and punch anyone who gets in her way. If making trouble won't get her killed, then she'll make even more trouble. Somehow, her reckless actions end up purging the corrupt court, securing the borders, and crushing every neighboring nation that dares to challenge the empire. Soon, the entire court bows before her, and foreign kingdoms tremble at her name. At first, she wanted nothing to do with the throne and tried to give it away whenever she could. Later, she still didn't want it—but she refused to let anyone take it. Because somewhere along the way, she accidentally attracted a pack of wolves. The moment she steps down from the throne, they'll tear her apart. The cunning Regent King constantly tests her resolve. The undefeated Grand Marshal draws closer after every victory. The graceful Chief of Staff quietly weaves his schemes. The gentle-faced Junior Minister has already prepared chains just for her. None of them want the throne. Every single one of them wants to share the Emperor's Dragon Bed. Dragging herself into morning court with a sore back, Her Majesty points at them and shouts: "Traitors! I'll have all nine generations of your families executed!"