The Tyrant Reads My Mind and I Become the Mastermind

One careless transmigration later, I'm a nobody in the imperial harem with a bizarre system: survive by devouring palace gossip. So when the tyrant emperor strolls past, I bow demurely while my thoughts run wild—'Quick, dump that poisoned tea! Promote the minister he hates!' To my shock, he does exactly that. Turns out, he can hear every unfiltered word in my head. My snarky inner voice saves him from assassins, quells rebellions, and topples conspiracies. He thinks I'm heaven-sent, showering me with favor and dismissing his consorts. Until he corners me, eyes smoldering: 'You've given me so m…