I dressed up as a famous vicious female supporting character in ancient times. In the original novel, I was made into a human pig for framing the heroine.
The beginning was a frame-up scene, and I pushed the heroine into the prince's arms with my backhand.
"Your Highness, this woman has admired you for a long time and writes essays about you every day."
The prince raised his eyebrows and looked at the touching love poem I handed over, his eyes full of interest.
I retired after my success, turned around and hugged the future regent's thigh:
"Sir, I see that your hall has turned black, and there will be a bloody disaster within three days."
He played with the dagger carelessly: "Oh? Then I will keep you for three days."
Three days later, an assassin attacked at night, and I blocked an arrow for him.
He pinched my bleeding chin and chuckled: "Little bastard, why don't we calculate our marriage again?"
