The day she transmigrates into the body of a princess consort brought in to bring good fortune, Su Wantang has it all planned out on her wedding night: once her sickly prince dies, she’ll claim her share of the inheritance, run off, and enjoy a happy retirement.
The problem is, the prince doesn’t die.
Not only does he survive, he pins her against the wall and tears up their contract. “The fake marriage is over. From today on, you’re really the Seventh Prince’s Consort.”
Her gentle, refined brother-in-law treats her as a substitute and murmurs, “You’re more interesting than she is,” as he hands her a tea set. Her childhood friend, a young marquis, climbs over the wall to bring her osmanthus cakes and says with red-rimmed eyes, “I’ll take you away.” The bookstore owner hands her a business card with just one character on it, Du, and smiles. “You’re about to be in trouble.”
Caught between four men, Su Wantang just wants to lie flat, but every one of them is crazier than the last.
Then she discovers that her sister’s death, the prince’s illness, the truth about the substitute, and every scheme on the board all point to the same answer. And the people who swore to protect her for life fall one by one before her eyes.
This damned battleground of love was never her choice.
