I Smiled on the Day Our Home Was Raided

On the day the family was sentenced to confiscation, the whole household wailed in despair.

She laughed.

The newly appointed top scholar showed up with medicine. “You remind me of my little sister.”

The cold-faced King of Hell cornered her late at night. “Go seduce him.”

One told her to protect the maid.

The other told her to stay out of it.

Two notes, two men, both keeping their eyes on the maid in her arms.

The maid’s name was Chunxing.

Chunxing didn’t know who she was.

Chunxing didn’t know she was going to die.

She knew.

She had transmigrated into a book.

She was cannon fodder.

She had to change her fate.

She was still laughing when a blade came to rest against her neck.

Great Sheng Dynasty, Tianqu City, Marquis of Zhenbei’s residence, a family-murder case.

Modern office drone versus ancient political intrigue.

She wants to lie flat, but fate won’t let her.

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How to go from a supporting character doomed to die to a man-eating flower, starting on the very day you transmigrate into a book.