林薇捏着那道圣旨，指尖微微发颤，不是因为被赐婚的震惊，而是因为那个被赐婚的人——原主最大的死对头，林薇薇。她看着紫禁城方向的的方向，心脏像是被一只无形的手狠狠攥住，又酸又涩。

“呵，林薇薇，”她低声咒骂，声音里夹着愤怒和一丝不甘，“你做梦都想嫁的男人，怎么，这次就成了我的了？”

上一世，她被继妹抢走的一切，如今却要便宜那个阴险狡诈的女人。林薇薇，那个靠着龙胎胎记，一步步爬到她头上的女子，简直比任何毒蛇都更阴狠。

“陛下，”伴读小心翼翼的声音打断了她的思绪，“娘娘，圣旨已经宣读完毕，恭喜娘娘凤位稳固。”

林薇扯出一丝难看的笑容，点了点头。她知道， royal power games are ruthless. The court is a battlefield where only the strong survive. But what does being a consort even mean in this era? She had heard tales of imperial consorts being mere tools for political power plays, their lives and fates entirely within the control of the emperor.

She is not like them. She is not going to be another decoration in the palace.

The system, resonating within her mind, chirped almost playfully. [System prompt: Please complete the first task: Observe the target's daily routine. Note all activities and interactions.]

林薇's gaze swept across the courtyard, her eyes sharp