After transmigrating alongside my ex, he turned around and bestowed me upon his unhinged younger brother.
On our wedding night, Prince Qin gripped my chin. “You think my imperial brother’s castoffs deserve my attention?”
I held a silver hairpin to his throat. “Your Highness, inspecting the goods calls for a little courtesy.”
At the palace banquet, I sang, “An ex is worse than a chicken.” The whole hall fell silent, and the man on the throne clenched his fingers until his knuckles turned white.
Later, as enemy troops closed in, the brutal Prince Qin shielded me with red-rimmed eyes and roared at the throne, “How much more are you going to take from me, Imperial Brother?!”
The composed emperor dropped his mask and pinned me against the palace wall. “Come back. I’ll share the throne with you, and give you my life, too. Just stop saying I’m... bad at kissing.”
But they all thought this was a fated love triangle
Until a soft laugh came from the bottom of the well in Fengyi Palace that night.
A woman leaned against the dry well, twirling a pen in her hand. In front of her lay a bloodstained notebook.
“Xiao Che was supposed to be a tyrant, Xiao Huan was supposed to be a madman, and you...” She looked at me, ten years of madness in her eyes. “You were supposed to die in Chapter Ten.”
“But there’s something you don’t know, ”
“This world is a novel, and its author has transmigrated into it, too.”
