I transmigrated into the political intrigue novel I wrote and became the Grand Princess, who doesn't survive past chapter three.
In the original, the chief minister has her executed for treason, and the people curse her name.
Now the chief minister is devoted to me, and the general rebels against imperial authority for my sake.
The leader of the imperial guards stands by me without wavering, and the miracle physician defies his master's orders for me.
The young emperor on the throne tears up the edict. “Elder Sister, what would be wrong with you taking the throne?”
I give my silk fan a languid wave and smile. “I only want the freedom to settle scores as I please.”
Until the original male lead, the ruler of an enemy kingdom, lays siege to the capital and grabs my wrist.
“Author, how many golden fingers did you give yourself?”
The author is working hard to code words, and welcomes all readers to enter the pit 💕 [please pay attention]