The Beauty Yu
[Transmigrate into a book + on-screen comment System + play the pig to eat the tiger + two-faced drama queen + powerful duo]
When Shen Yu woke up, she had transmigrated into the cannon-fodder female character in a family-intrigue novel.
Her stepmother had sold her off to bring good fortune to her new husband: the Ninth Prince, a tyrant rumored to be on his last breath and to have killed three wives. On their wedding night, she saw the deathly pale face behind the screen, seated in a wheelchair, and had just one thought: I'm not signing up for this widowhood plot!
The next second, comments floated across her vision:
[Hahahaha, the tyrant has a waist injury. He can't beat the heroine!]
[Keep pretending. The one who went out of the city to suppress bandits last night was a dog, then!]
[Congratulations, Host, you've won a widow experience card. Wait, no, a romance experience card~]
Shen Yu: ???
Reading the comments, she put on a perfectly professional fake smile and spoke meekly: “Your Highness, how about we put on an act together? You live your life, I'll live mine. Deal?”
The man in the wheelchair tightened his grip on the armrests, a flicker of interest in his eyes.
Later...
When her stepmother came by to sponge off her, Shen Yu hid in the male lead's arms with red-rimmed eyes, then turned around and had her stepmother thrown out of the manor.
When a concubine tried to drug her and make her look foolish, Shen Yu let her hand slip and spilled tea on the woman's skirt, then cried even more pitifully than she did.
The whole capital thought she was a harmless little rabbit who was easy to manipulate. Only the male lead knew that late every night, the girl counted his assets and mocked his acting skills.
He pretended to be ill, and she pretended to be obedient.
He played the pig to eat the tiger, and she played the pig to eat him.
Until one day, the Regent slapped a ledger down in front of her. “I hear you want to become a widow?”
Shen Yu blinked. “Your Highness, let me explain...”
Xiao Yi swept her into his arms. “No need to explain. Tonight, I'll show you whether your man is dead or not.”
