The moment Que Xingyun woke up, she discovered that this world was one giant farce, with the Heavenly Dao calling all the shots!
Otherwise, why would there be so many novels? Almost every household in her residence had a character who seemed tailor-made for one, and no two novels shared the same genre!
There was a story about infertility, a wet nurse, and love by coercion; one about a cook buying her freedom and taking up farming; one about a middle-aged wastrel coming to his senses and studying for the imperial exams, as a contrast to someone else;
one about exile and secretly loving her sister-in-law; one about a pampered favorite and the true and fake young masters of a marquis's household; and one about a concubine-born daughter taking another's place in an arranged marriage.
These stories practically covered every household in the Duke's residence. What kind of injustice was this?
To rebuild her body (no, to enjoy the drama), she had no choice but to give up her lie-flat life and go stir up trouble (like a catfish) in each story.
Huh? Why were the heroines so extraordinary once they broke free of the plot? The Heavenly Dao's true purpose was actually...!
It's a typical slice-of-life story (not particularly good, but it's perfect for reading right after finishing a very mind-bending or flawed book). There are some small plot points that I'd like to see, but the author writes from a third-person perspective and glosses over them.