I possessed a supporting character in a reverse harem novel. A young concubine who thirst for attention from the emperor, and then goes on a rampage against the male concubines, eventually being accused of treason and is executed. Fortunately, I possessed her shortly after entering the palace. Everyone in the palace is wary of me, but they don’t hate me yet. ‘Let’s be careful and not mess this up’ I don’t need to be loved by the Emperor, nor do I want to be. The lords, the concubines, give me a few looks, but I just have to bow down. It’s not that hard to do, so I did it. I’m sure I did. “Come to my room tonight. I’ll read you a fairy tale!” “Ooh, don’t cry. I’ll give you this.” But why is everyone’s attitude so soft? I couldn’t understand, and it was embarrassing. ‘…I don’t need it?’ I’m not really a needy child, but I’m very uncomfortable with the way they look at me like I’m the cutest thing in the world. I don’t need a storybook, a box full of jewels and silk, or an imperial heirloom I don’t need it. I’ve had enough, and I just want everyone out of my palace.