To Stay Alive, I Married a Short-Lived Powerful Official by Mistake, and Now He Demands My Love

[The heroine transmigrates into a book and is reborn + the hero deliberately seduces her + punishing scumbags + face-slapping]

[Clear-headed, strategic noblewoman × devoted, ruthless power minister]

Song Yunfu transmigrated into the novel The Splendor of a Concubine-Born Daughter, becoming a fake princess whose identity was about to be exposed.

To curry favor with his beloved concubine-born daughter, the crown prince was willing to use Song Yunfu’s life as a betrothal gift.

Since her kindness had earned her no true affection, she decided to seek the help of Shen Yanqing, the powerful villain in the novel whose days were numbered.

She intended to offer him something in return for his power and escape her impending death.

On a snowy night, she went looking for help, only to be abducted along the way.

By the flickering candlelight, she met his deep-set gaze, and Song Yunfu suddenly came to her senses. “Shen Yanqing, did you have me abducted?”

The man’s breath was warm. He let out a muffled laugh, his languid tone tinged with resignation. “I’m afraid I’ll have to trouble you, Princess. I’m frail, so I hope you’ll be gentle with me.”

Later, her identity as a fake princess was cleared, and she became the only legitimate daughter of the Loyal and Valiant Marquis’s household.

Those who had once scorned and humiliated her now knelt and begged her to change her mind.

Song Yunfu only smiled. “You don’t love the princess, but you love the princess’s title? Do you think you’re worthy?”

She had meant to make her escape once she’d gotten herself out of trouble, but he kept her confined to his side, and their entanglement only grew deeper.

Forced to choose a husband, she walked straight to Shen Yanqing, whose health was failing, and waited for the day she could enjoy life as a widow.

Until

Outside her bedchamber, the original novel’s male lead and supporting male characters were fighting to the death over her, each pleading with her to turn back.

Inside, Song Yunfu was pinned against the brocade quilt, the corners of her eyes red as she asked in a trembling voice:

“You said…you wouldn’t live more than three years?”

Shen Yanqing grabbed her slender ankle and pulled her back into his arms.

The man finally dropped all pretense. His gaze darkened as he kissed the tears from her lashes, his voice so hoarse it was almost unrecognizable. “It’s time you showed your husband some tenderness.”