Am I Not a Male Emperor?

On the day I ascended the throne, I got my period. My mother smacked her forehead. “Oh, right. Ah Jue, you’re a girl.” I was struck by sudden enlightenment. No wonder something had felt vaguely off all these years. So my closest ministers had recently grown jealous, started gossiping, and developed a taste for men not because I was too lax in managing my court. They had simply been born the wrong s*x, that was all. I let out a breath of relief. I was still a wise ruler for the ages!