Shi Qian transmigrated into a tragic romance novel, becoming the cannon-fodder princess consort who kicked the bucket on her third day in the prince’s manor.
The good news: The original novel’s male lead was her husband, a handsome man with power over the entire court.
The bad news: The original novel’s male lead was a murderous devil who could read minds.
Shi Qian looked dignified and virtuous on the outside, while her mind was flooded with frantic commentary:
[What the hell, why does the prince look so grim again today? Who upset him? Could it be me? Did I give myself away?]
[Oh no, oh no, oh no. He’s staring at me. Did he find out I snuck a bite of the offerings he put in the ancestral hall last night?]
[Wait, I think he smiled? No, that’s a sneer. Am I about to die? Should I write a will first?]
Xiao Yan: ...
He considered himself a seasoned judge of character, but he had never met a woman with such an active inner monologue. She was scared out of her wits, yet still put on a dignified expression that said, “Your concubine welcomes Your Highness.”
Even more bizarrely, in twenty-three years of reading minds, he had never once failed. But whenever he read hers, he could “hear” all sorts of strange sound effects, like shattering glass, alarms, and the words, “Lethal threat detected. Planning an escape route for you.”
Xiao Yan fell silent for a moment, then picked up his brush and wrote one word: “Approved.”
He wanted to see just how many more tricks this woman could come up with.
