Transmigrated into an early-era palace-intrigue novel as a cannon-fodder supporting character, Shen Zhiwei smiled when she saw the System prompt: [A Certain Death].
She turned and walked into the Cold Palace, where she picked up the future villainous tyrant: the pitiful little prince abandoned by everyone.
“Don’t trust your mother. She’s giving you poison.”
“Don’t use that jade pendant. There’s a parasite inside.”
She cleared away every hidden danger for him along the way, asking only that he spare her life in the future.
But on the day he ascended the throne, he cornered her against a wall, his eyes filled with a madness she had never seen before.
“Elder Sister taught me how to evade every open attack and hidden arrow, but you never taught me one thing: how to let you go.”
