Born into the world, Shen Qingge just wanted to lie flat.
But then a System named Diandian fell from the sky, announcing that she was a doomed background character in a lewd, harem-seeking novel.
Her gruesome death was enough to leave anyone speechless.
She earnestly set about farming affection points from her betrothed, the Crown Prince.
*
She gave him a sachet for the Qixi Festival. That very night, the Crown Prince was ambushed, and the sachet was hacked to pieces.
His godlike-looking cousin comforted her with a tender smile:
“Little Sister-in-Law, don’t be sad. I’ll mend the sachet and return it to you.”
She made pastries for the Mid-Autumn Festival. That very night, the Crown Prince’s residence caught fire, and the pastries burned to ashes.
His gentle, jade-like tutor patted her head:
“Good girl, it’s not your fault. I’ll make you some pastries to replace them.”
She arranged a citywide fireworks display for him. The unruly young general showed up with an imperial decree, grinning:
“What a shame. Fireworks are banned throughout the city.”
Shen Qingge: ...
Watching events take this ridiculous turn, the System finally broke down:
“Host, don’t you have anything to say?”
Shen Qingge furrowed her brow, thought hard, then nodded with a solemnly clenched fist:
“I get it. The Crown Prince is so unlucky, he’s a total clown.”
System:
You... Sigh. You know what? Never mind.
*
Later, Shen Qingge received a whole pile of imperial decrees proposing marriage.
There were so many that she broke down.
So she worked hard to earn herself the title of county princess, only to receive even more decrees.
The System, having gone from despair to calm, asked:
“Host, what do you have to say now?”
Shen Qingge: I’m even unluckier than the Crown Prince. I’m the real clown.
System:..
