What? I’ve transmigrated into a book? And become the legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Zhenyuan’s household?
I’ve even been handed the role of a brainless second female lead, doted on by everyone.
The original owner spent every day throwing her weight around and causing trouble for everyone,
then stupidly dragged her whole family down with her to the execution ground.
She was the ultimate cannon-fodder, there to help the male and female leads get together.
What a joke. I decide my own fate!
I’ve got a great hand to play, with a System that dotes on me and a golden finger to boot.
Watch me settle down, live well, and be reborn,
then proudly become a night watchman. Freedom is the whole point.
Run into all kinds of weird situations? Find a man covered in blood on the road? Take him straight to the authorities without a second thought.
As if! In books, the odds of finding a scumbag, a creep, or a man who’ll destroy your family are even higher than a hen laying an egg. I’m not about to die young.
Hey! You, sir, don’t come any closer. I’m not into men!
Wait, that came out wrong. I’m not into just any man!
