The day I transformed into the vicious female supporting character in ancient Chinese novels, the system told me that I could go home as long as I finished the plot.
So I worked hard to frame the heroine, but the prince exposed me on the spot every time.
It wasn't until the palace banquet that I drugged the heroine according to the plot, but accidentally handed the wine glass to the prince.
He drank the poisoned wine and strangled my wrist, laughing in front of everyone's horrified eyes:
"Guess why I protect her every time?"
"Because her life is my mission to return home."
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