When I transmigrated into a tragic romance, the original owner had just been beaten to death on the execution bench.
The villainous regent pinched my chin and sneered. “Dead already? How boring.”
The next second, his inner voice thundered through my eardrums: Damn it! She was the shield I’d just found!
Turns out he needed me to take the fall and block an assassination attempt.
Even better, whenever he imagined me dying horribly
I got an extra hour of life.
So every day, I put on a new death-defying act in front of him. “My lord, how do you want me to die today?”
He grabbed me by the throat, his expression sinister. “Looking for death?”
But inside, his thoughts were scrolling furiously: Hang yourself! Poison! Tear her apart with five horses!
Then one day, assassins attacked, and I skillfully took a blade for him and fell.
As he clutched my body and screamed
I suddenly sat up. “My lord, did the renewal go through?”
Eyes bloodshot, he shoved me back into the coffin. “This time… I’ll personally join you in the grave.”
