After staying up all night to finish a tearjerker novel, Zhao Mengmeng curses, “The author has no heart.” When she wakes, she discovers she has become the nameless proxy-bride maid in the book, a woman who dies before her wedding sedan even reaches the prince’s manor.
She pulls out the poisoned needle, activates her pocket dimension, and brings modern supplies into the deathly quiet manor. The regent in the wheelchair is as cold as ice, and everyone inside and outside the court wants him dead. Zhao Mengmeng just wants to survive, then take a letter of divorce and leave for good.
But the braised pork she makes has the prince eating three bowls, and the miracle doctor she brings in gets him back on his feet. Without realizing it, she has moved into his heart.
“I don’t want a pawn anymore,” he says.
Looking into those eyes, finally warm again, Zhao Mengmeng thinks: Oh no. There’s no escaping now.
