Jiang Tang transmigrated into the heroine of an angsty romance novel. The System said she had to endure a hundred chapters of emotional and physical torment at the hands of the tyrant before she could go home.
She smiled.
When the tyrant flew into a rage, she offered him tea. When he banished her to the cold palace, she packed her bags.
The System panicked. “If you slack off, the plot will fall apart!”
What she didn’t know was that the tyrant, who had never once looked her in the eye, had lately been looking at her very differently.
Then, on the day she faked her death and escaped, the tyrant took his sword and slaughtered his way through the harem. He dug her “corpse” out of the ruins, his eyes red-rimmed.
“Jiang Tang, if you dare die, I’ll make the whole world pay for it.”
