Overworked office worker Su Wanwan pulls an all-nighter and dies, only to wake up as the wicked supporting heroine in an old-school tragic romance.
The original owner was madly in love with the male lead, and he ultimately ran her through with his sword.
Su Wanwan: Thanks, but no thanks. Staying alive comes first. Whoever wants to be a love-brain can do it themselves!
But she gets bound to a System that broadcasts her thoughts. On the outside, she’s gentle and refined; inside, her running commentary is off the charts.
The male lead is injured, and she sobs as she tends to him: “Your Highness, please take care of yourself...”
In her head: [If we keep this blood bag hooked up for three more days, it’ll drain all of my dad’s secret savings! Physician, are you any good? If not, we’ll get a dog!]
The Imperial Consort gives her a hard time, and she respectfully offers tea: “Please have some, Your Highness.”
In her head: [Did that old hag get kicked out of bed by His Majesty again last night? What’s with the temper? Have some chrysanthemum tea and cool off!]
The innocent heroine falls into the water, and she cries out: “Quick, save my sister!”
In her head: [Tsk, the water isn’t even as deep as my footbath. Who’s she trying to fool? Male lead, jump in! You two are made for each other!]
Then one day, she notices the cold male lead’s mouth twitching whenever she complains;
the short-tempered Imperial Consort starts following her around, asking, “Where did you buy that chrysanthemum tea?”;
and even the innocent heroine secretly slips her a note: “Sis, could you give me a heads-up before you roast me next time? I need time to prepare my facial expression...”
Su Wanwan: ??? This isn’t how the story is supposed to go!
Worse still, the emperor on the throne smiles at her. “Little Su, I heard... you even predicted that I’d be going bald next month?”
