Reborn as a Chambermaid, the Prince Visits My Room Every Night

After transmigrating into an ancient romance novel as a doomed maid who shared her master's bed, Lin Wan discovered that the plot had reached a dead end. On the night before the Lunar New Year, the princess consort would send her to the coachman's bed, and she'd die a gruesome death in a pig cage. In her previous life, she'd been an overworked corporate drone. How could she let herself become a wronged spirit in this life? That night, she deliberately made the prince “take a wrong turn” into her room. With her clothes in disarray, she clung to him in tears. “Please save me, Your Highness... The princess consort, she wants to kill me!” Later... The prince neglected his wife for her, raised her to the rank of concubine, and gave her his exclusive favor. The people of the prince's manor sneered. “She's just a plaything. How long can she enjoy this?” Until a palace banquet, where an envoy from an enemy kingdom issued a challenge and none of the court officials could respond. Lin Wan set down her teacup, stood, and bowed. Using modern mathematics, she solved three difficult questions on statecraft in a row. The entire hall fell silent. The emperor clapped his hands and laughed. “Reward her!” From his seat above, Xie Heng pulled her into his arms and gently traced the jade token at her waist. His voice was hoarse. “Wanwan, how many other things are you hiding from me?”