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My ultimate ambition

He wasn't a cold-hearted beast, he just loved one woman who was a childhood sweetheart. Empress seat doesn't appeal to him if she's not the one and he swore to make her one. She went for revenge but found out it's been all a misunderstanding. The bastard that seemingly betrayed her was actually the emperor. From grass to grace; from a measly palace physician to a royal concubine, will her ambition stop there? WARNING:This is a slow paced romantic novel. The female lead's scene will be much more highlighted from the second volume as the supporting characters would have their scenes played out early. If you are not one with great patience then this story is not for you. Thanks for dropping by and happy reading. GENRES: ROMANCE, FICTION, DRAMA, HISTORICAL, TRAGICOMEDY.

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Chapter hundred and thirty-five: Mentally deranged woman

It was a thatched house, one which reeked of reckless abandonment yet had a touch of life.

Chanting incomprehensible words, a woman in her mid-twenties danced to inaudible tune. With face painted a deep hue of white chalk and red paint right below her left eyes, her fringes of hair cascaded freely on her lower back creating a fearsome feeling of a teenage ghost. She wasn't what is to be considered beautiful but her stamina was commendable. For such a dirty hut, her white placid gown was immaculately clean with the only dent being a black spot that could be narrowed down to be a black rose.

Few minutes into chanting and dancing, she stopped suddenly and knelt, her voluminous hair tumbling down her face.

"What do you see, great one?" a woman whose presence almost seemed nonexistent asked with quivering lips.

She had never regarded anyone younger than her talk more of a mere peasant shaman, yet she trembled at the sight of this shaman.