Transmigrate into a Book as the Real Heiress: The Spoiled Supporting Lady’s Daily Life

[Historical family intrigue + transmigrate into a book + beautiful and delicate heroine]

Yan Manman transmigrated, going from a fake heiress in a modern compound to the true heiress in a historical romance novel.

But why was reality so different from what she had imagined? Why did her parents and siblings favor the family's other daughter more?

At fifteen, she was brought back from a merchant family in Jiangnan to the capital, then carried in a soft sedan chair into the rear courtyard of the Seventh Prince's residence.

In the original story, she was frightened to death in just half a month.

Her figure was graceful, her brows like distant mountains veiled in mist, her eyes clear as autumn waters. Every glance seemed to hold a thousand unspoken words.

Her lips were cherry-red without a touch of rouge, and her skin was smooth as jade, like plum branches beneath a fresh blanket of snow.

Sitting before the mirror, Yan Manman's hands trembled again and again.

She hastily changed into understated makeup, doing her duty as a concubine.

He was tall and broad, his muscles knotted.

Standing there, he formed an impassable barrier all on his own, keeping strangers at a distance.

His features were sharply defined, his lines strong. Thick brows swept toward his temples, and his eyes were deep and piercing, as if ready at any moment to shoot out a chilling glint.

It was the cold authority of a man tempered by years on the battlefield and through countless storms.

Yan Manman's desire to step forward and serve him sank lower and lower.

“Hmm?” Just one syllable from the man was enough to break her composure.

Once again, she was off to a hellish start.

She had thought that after climbing one high mountain, the road ahead would be smooth,

only to find an even taller, more forbidding peak waiting beyond it.

Yan Manman: ...

Gentle as a willow? A haven of tenderness? Quietly nurturing?