[A lie carefully woven across six hundred thousand words, and a coming-of-age ordeal forged in blood and fire.]
I, Su Wanqing, transmigrated into a sweet romance novel whose opening I’d barely read, becoming the concubine-born daughter whom Marquis Yongning Xiao Jue loved with all his heart.
Across six hundred thousand words, he spun a perfect dream for me:
He shielded me from rumors, broke the rules for me, built me a glass conservatory, and even promised beneath the moon that he would take me to Jiangnan.
I thought I was the chosen one, the happiest woman in the book.
Until that night.
When rebels stormed the marquis’s estate, Liu Lian’er, the orphan I had rescued, shoved me toward a blade and screamed:
“Madam, in times of chaos, your kindness is as useless as your food!”
A cold hatchet pierced my abdomen, and I fell into a pool of blood.
With my vision fading, the last thing I saw was the warm jade bangle Xiao Jue had made for me. Liu Lian’er ripped it from my corpse.
That was when I realized I had transmigrated into a “half-finished book.”
I had read only the sweet romance in the first half. What I had missed was the second half: famine, betrayal, and a grisly death!
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day before I was killed.
This time, Heaven had given me an extra “dowry”:
A two-thousand-square-meter supermarket warehouse that I had once worked myself to the bone guarding, and the well back in my hometown, whose water could improve genes.
Good. Very good.
Those guards who ate the compressed biscuits I gave them and used the mosquito repellent I handed out would become my sharpest blades.
My husband, who complained that I was being reckless but always took care of everything for me behind the scenes, would become my strongest support.
And Liu Lian’er, who stole my bangle and took my life… I locked her in the woodshed a day early.
