How To Hide The Tyrant's Child In The Apocalypse

The hospital lights buzzed faintly above her, the edges of her vision already blurring into white. Blood in her lungs. No family. No friends. Just a monitor quietly counting down her last seconds. Rosalie stared at the ceiling, tears sliding sideways across her temple.

"I didn’t even get to do anything." She whispered. "No love. No legacy. No one will remember I was here."

The machines beeped slower. She shut her eyes and spoke to no one, and to everything.

"If anyone’s out there… God, fate, whatever you are, please. Let me live again. Somewhere. Anywhere. Let me matter."

Moments later death took her. When she woke up, she looked down at her hands, pale, elegant, unfamiliar. Her chest rose and fell beneath a corseted dress soaked in sweat.

This is the novel. The tragic romance. The cruel emperor. An apocalypse. The nameless noblewoman who bore his child… and died in silence. Mei Shen.

"No..." She breathed. "You made me her?"

"Lady Mei Shen!" A maid gasped. "You must rest, your wedding to His Majesty is tomorrow!"

Mei Shen looked down at her stomach. She remembered what came next: one night with the emperor, one cold divorce, and a child the world was never meant to know.

She hid for a few years and suddenly the tyrant appeared in front of her door. Why he doesn't fallow a script? And what does system has to do here in first place?