My best friend and I transmigrated into the same novel.
She became the Crown Prince's beloved's stand-in, while I became the mad young lord's ultimate simp.
On the surface, we were sisters-in-law willing to do anything to seize the throne. Behind closed doors, we were rich young ladies who spent money like water.
When we learned that their beloveds had returned, our deaths were just around the corner.
We promptly decided to fake our deaths and disappear together.
My best friend asked, "Do you have any money?"
I said, "No. I'll spend yours."
My best friend asked, "What about a place to live?"
I said, "Don't have one. I'll stay at your place."
My best friend asked, "Who's going to die first?"
I said, "You're not a good enough actress. You go first, and I'll cover for you."
And so, I faked my death and disappeared with my best friend, leaving myself with nothing.
Then we watched the Crown Prince and the young lord appear right outside our new home.
