Su Tang transmigrates into an old-fashioned angst novel as a disposable white-moonlight love interest, and the original plot is sickening beyond belief: she takes a knife meant for the hero, Xiao Jue, and is left disfigured, but he finds her ugly and turns to love the heroine, his replacement. To secure her family’s standing, she is forced to marry the sinister, brutal Prince Jing, Xie Heng, and live as a widow in all but name. Finally, the heroine, reborn, turns her into a human pig just to force the hero to admit that she has always been the one he loves most!
To hell with being virtuous and demure! Whoever wants to uphold that sham of propriety can do it themselves! The plot begins, and the hero sweet-talks her with empty promises: “Tang’er, once I earn enough military honors to become a marquis, I’ll marry you in a phoenix crown and red bridal robes!” Su Tang immediately pushes the chance to take the knife onto the reborn heroine. “Little sister, I’ll let you have the credit for saving the emperor, and the man too. No need to thank me.”
When Prince Jing, Xie Heng, gives her a searching look, she doesn’t run. Instead, she knocks on his study door late at night. “Your Highness, do you want to spend your life as an idle prince, or would you rather... live another way? I have a business proposition. Do you dare take it?”
With one hand, she stirs up turmoil in the court; with the other, she reshapes the inner household. Using her knowledge of the future, she turns every protagonist and supporting character into a pawn on her chessboard. The original hero becomes obsessed with her: “Tang’er, you’re the one I’ve always loved!” The reborn heroine wants her dead: “Witch! Who are you, really?” Even the most possessive and cold-blooded Prince Jing holds her tightly in his arms, his eyes bloodshot. “Tangtang, you used me and now you want to run? I offer you this kingdom as your betrothal gift. We’ll rule it together. You... can only be mine.”
Su Tang smiles and gently pushes him away. “Shh, don’t fall in love with me. It won’t end well. I’m just not the kind of person who...”
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