My best friend and I transmigrated into a book together, and married into the same family.
Unfortunately, she married the ambitious Fourth Prince, while I married the new Crown Prince. While they fought each other tooth and nail, my best friend and I set about making braised duck neck.
The Fourth Prince failed to seize the throne and was confined to the Imperial Clan Court. The Crown Prince's childhood sweetheart was about to take my place, so I urged my best friend to run away.
"Do you want to run?" I asked her, gnawing on a duck neck.
"Let's run. I've read this book. Neither of us gets a happy ending."
My best friend and I were both unlucky. One of us would be confined for life, and the other would grow old alone.
"If you run, I'll run too."
I nodded.
In the end, the new emperor fished me out of the moat. I was shivering with cold, showing off my two big front teeth.
He lifted me like a little chick.
"What's wrong with your head? I'm not the one being confined at the Imperial Clan Court. Why are you running with me?"
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