The day I transmigrated into the heroine of a Republic-era tragic romance, I overturned the banquet where the hero was taking a concubine.
The next day, I somehow switched bodies with his sworn enemy, a warlord.
He took slaps from my concubines in my place, while I used his identity to raid a bandit's stronghold.
As we schemed against and fought each other, we stumbled upon the conspiracy behind our transmigration.
Then one day, he spat up sour bile and sneered, “When you secretly took my military seal, did you ever think you'd end up carrying my child?”
