Transmigrated into a period novel as the wicked supporting character whose family is doomed? I grab my military officer husband and hold on tight!
I open my eyes to find that my husband and I have transmigrated into the period novel I was just complaining about.
I'm the short-lived second sister-in-law who steals the heroine's best friend's match, and he's a cannon-fodder officer dragged down by a family of exploitative relatives.
On our wedding night, I tremble as I recite the secret code: “Odd changes, even stays the same?” He clamps a hand over my mouth and whispers, “For functions, check the quadrants... Are the supplies in the pocket dimension still there?”
Sent to a desolate island with the troops? A typhoon tears the roof off?
I pull out my hoarded supplies from the pocket dimension.
“Welcome to the Salted Fish Empire. And while I'm at it, I'll take down the whole rotten bunch by myself.
Who says villains can't team up as husband and wife and send the hero and heroine to prison?”
