The day I transmigrated into the role of a vicious supporting heroine, I activated the lie-flat System.
As long as I stopped competing, kept my head down, and made it to the ending, I could return to reality with a billion in cash.
I moved into the cold palace that very night and began enjoying my retirement, eating, drinking, having fun, and binge-watching shows every day.
But then the tyrant who had banished me to the cold palace suddenly started bringing his memorials to my courtyard to review every day.
The crown prince, who was destined to kill me, gave me jewelry, while the consort who was fated to poison me made me soup.
Terrified, I clutched my little blanket. “Are you all trying to kill me in a different way?”
The tyrant tossed aside his memorials and climbed into my bed. “Lie there for another ten years, Empress, and I’ll give you half my empire.”
