Jiang Wantang transmigrated into a book.
She was a standard cannon-fodder supporting character who wouldn’t survive three episodes.
Jiang Wantang was furious. She hadn’t even had time to enjoy her Best Actress trophy!
Rage surged through her.
The Grand Princess and the Second Princess wanted to see her? Fine. She’d take on one, or both at once.
Her own mother, the empress, didn’t like her? No problem. Who wasn’t a tool to someone?
The red birthmark on her face supposedly radiated an ominous aura? A few strokes of makeup, and it became a lifelike phoenix.
She heard the frail, sickly hostage prince from Beihe had waterproof paint? She’d go ask him for some.
He wouldn’t give it to her? Jiang Wantang folded her arms and sneered. “So you won’t? Then tomorrow I’ll ask the imperial physicians to examine you and see if you’re really as sickly as you claim.”
With the script in hand, Jiang Wantang smiled faintly. They were all sweet on the outside and dark underneath. No one was fooling anyone.
The hostage prince from Beihe: ...
It's obviously about the royal family, but many of the names are wrong, like the names of officials and officials. It's so confusing. In some places, the repeated sentences sound weird.