After transmigrating into the venomous villainess destined to die in her own novel, Lü Buyan meets the so-called “black lotus heroine” in the Cold Palace. She has an innocent, harmless face, but her eyes gleam with a familiar calculating light.
Oh, it’s her archenemy, Lin Shuanghui.
“Want to work together?” Her former rival offers her a bowl of poisoned wine. “I’ll help you survive three chapters, and you’ll help me seize the throne.”
Lü Buyan takes the poisoned wine and drains it. “Deal. But I’m changing the ending...”
“This time, the throne is yours, and the imperial bed is mine.”
One has the original plot at her fingertips, but could be poisoned to death at any moment. The other has the heroine’s halo, but wants to tear up the script and rewrite it.
In a shack in the Cold Palace, the two reach an understanding:
“You block the attacks I can see, and I’ll guard against the ones I can’t.”
“You teach me palace intrigue, and I’ll help you turn the tables.”
They act like devoted sisters, but secretly stab each other in the back.
Until one day, Lü Buyan pins Lin Shuanghui against the throne and grits out, “Weren’t we supposed to scheme for power, not for pleasure?”
Lin Shuanghui raises an eyebrow and smiles. “You wrote the script, didn’t you? The villain and the heroine are supposed to fight to the death.”
Later, the entire imperial palace knows that the princess who clawed her way back from the Cold Palace and the Regent’s wife, whose power holds sway over the court, fight like sworn enemies by day, then cling to each other in bed by night.
Archenemies turned lovers? No, they’re both co-conspirators and each other’s prison.
