After Reincarnating as a Cannon Fodder, I Debuted in the Center

I transmigrated into a palace-intrigue novel, becoming a useless consort who wouldn't survive past Chapter Three.

The original heroine is right in front of me, putting on a pathetic act of self-sacrifice.

According to the plot, I should fly into a rage and whip her, then be spurned by the emperor.

I laughed. This is a book about someone transmigrating into a book, inside another book about someone transmigrating into a book.

In my previous life, I'd read this book, Double Transmigration: The Emperor's Beloved, ten times.

The real heroine transmigrated. The fake heroine was reborn. And the emperor...

He was a transmigrator who could read everyone's memories.

“Your acting is terrible, little sister.” I helped her to her feet. “Let me teach you what real acting looks like.”

That night, I whispered in the emperor's ear, “I know you're looking for a way back, too.”

The teacup in his hand shattered on the spot.