Jiang Yuanyuan transmigrated into a book.
And not just any book: she became the male lead’s cannon-fodder daughter, who didn’t even have a proper name!
The male lead was a total scumbag who abandoned his wife and child, and even brought another woman home after going off to war.
She and her mother were cannon fodder among cannon fodder, and even her maternal grandparents’ whole family was framed and killed.
Jiang Yuanyuan looked at her mother, still waiting desperately for her husband. “Mom, stop waiting. That scumbag is happily in love with another woman. The most important thing is for the two of us to live well.”
Jiang Yuanyuan looked at her eldest maternal uncle, still infatuated with the Seventh Prince’s consort. “You big jerk, you’re still tangled up with your old flame! What’s so great about her anyway? Disgusting!”
Jiang Yuanyuan was frustrated that they just wouldn’t listen.
Then she turned around and realized her mother had somehow become the heroine of her own story.
Her uncle had suddenly seen the light, too?
And even she had become the adorable darling everyone in the capital loved.
Jiang Yuanyuan: Huh? What’s going on?
