Rule Horror: But I'm in the Harem

[Short story + light romance + beginner-friendly writing]

When Su Wanzhao opened her eyes, she had transmigrated into the palace as Su Cairen, an utterly insignificant concubine.

Other people transmigrated into palace-intrigue dramas, but the book she got was A Survival Manual for Rule-Based Horror:

· After midnight, do not look in a mirror, or the person inside will climb out and take your place.

· If Consort Wan’s smile stretches more than three fingers’ width, lower your head at once.

· Do not talk to palace maids in red, and do not refuse palace maids in green.

As she nervously took notes and barely managed to stay alive, one eerie event after another unfolded:

Black blood seeped from Consort Wan’s rouge box, and Consort De’s body erupted in red markings before she exploded and died.

More terrifying still, the young emperor who kept appearing outside her palace late at night, his shadow able to swallow moonlight, leaned down and whispered in her ear:

“Su Wanzhao, you can see ‘them,’ can’t you?”

“Do me a favor…”

What she didn’t know was that a line of bloody writing had already appeared on the last page of her notebook, which was crammed full of rules:

“Ultimate rule: Do not trust anyone, including yourself, the person who wrote this rule.”