My best friend and I transmigrated into a melodramatic historical romance.
I was the impoverished wife of the top scholar, while she became the wicked princess who stole my husband.
On the surface, we fought over his love: she poisoned me, and I set traps for her.
It was as dramatic as a talent show.
A year later, the top scholar's one true love appeared.
My best friend and I hugged each other and wept. “The day has finally come! Long live true love!”
When he tried to divorce us and marry his beloved,
he unexpectedly discovered that my best friend and I had a whole houseful of handsome men and beauties at the princess's residence, living it up.
The enemy had broken into our home, so I hurriedly knocked him out.
The top scholar said, “I saw all these lecherous men in revealing clothes at the princess's residence.”
My best friend and I said, “You must be imagining things because you've been working too hard lately, dear husband. You're the only one in our hearts!”
My best friend's lover chuckled under his breath. “Who could possibly act better than you two?”
