Rewrite my Ending, Your Highness

I woke up drowning in roses, not metaphorically but literally. The heat and the steam clinging to my skin is the first thing I felt when I gushed awake. Rose petals were all over my face, and the room was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood that made my head spin. My eyes started scanning the room, only to be blinded by the soft golden glow of a thousand lanterns above me. Everything was too much luxurious . “Where am I ?“ I muttered under breath, still trying to figure out how I ended up here. Because this wasn’t my studio apartment in Beijing nor my bathroom in my apartment. And this definitely wasn’t the crummy twin bed I passed out on after pulling an all-nighter writing the finale of my palace drama. I then then glanced cunningly at myself trying my best not to panick. “Huh, this is not my body …” I purred, touching my face and body simultaneously. “Oh my goodness, why is my arm thinner than that of an unfed idol. Why the hell do I look so pale.“ I yelled, biting back a scream which nearly escaped on my lips. My fingers clutched at silk sheets that draped over the edge of what appeared to be a freaking royal bath carved into marble. My chest rose and fell in shallow, careful breaths. Every movement felt... foreign. “What the hell…” I muttered, only to flinch at the soft, breathy sound of my own voice. No, No ,no, no. This is not happening…what in the chasing jade is going on here. I thought to myself. Still glaring at the furnitures. Then I jerked upright, that was a bad idea. The room spun, and I nearly passed out again. A sharp pain cracked through my skull, like a memory trying to dig itself out of my brain. “Ahhhh..“ I groaned in agony, hands clutching the side of my head. Suddenly, like an arrow through the mist a name shot through my thoughts: Lian Yu. Concubine Lian Yu. Third-ranked male consort in the harem of Emperor Long Renzhao. My eyes widened in awe, my chest raising and falling abnormally. “What the heck..nope, why should this happen to me.“ I cried out. I knew that name, because I'd written it. Lian Yu was my character, The one I killed off by chapter fifteen for dramatic effect. A stunning, icy beauty who had no allies in the palace, rumored to have seduced the emperor with just one glance. Poisoned by jealous rivals and forgotten like a flower out of season. And now... I was him? “Nope. Nope nope nope,” I whispered, laughing nervously as I stood—slipping instantly and landing with a loud splash. I clung to the side of the bath, shivering. The air, despite its warmth.. felt like ice. A screen slid open nearby. “Your Grace,” a voice called politely. “His Majesty has summoned you to the Azure Hall. Please prepare to present yourself within the hour.” My brain shut down for a second. His Majesty?The Emperor? The man who’s supposed to kill me with indifference, and then with politics? Great, absolutely fantastic…now am stuck in some Jade emperor drama I wrote. I stared at my reflection in the water, long dark hair falling like silk and a beautiful femine like face which I wish to be mine. This wasn’t a dream, it's a death sentence I can't escape unless I rewrite the story. “Fine,I could work with this.” I muttered under my breath. After all , I wrote court drama for a living and now I just had to star in one. And step one?Survive the Emperor.