[Transmigration + One-on-One Romance + Sweet, No Angst]
[A guiding tyrant × a pure-hearted, adorably clueless palace maid]
Lin Shuangjiang was an ordinary junior studying for graduate school entrance exams. She died late one night while reviewing advanced calculus: her head tipped to one side, pen still in hand, and the last line on her scratch paper read, “Let f(x) be continuous on [0,1].”
When she opened her eyes again, a hand with long, bony fingers was gripping her throat and pinning her to the ground. The man before her wore a black ancient-style robe, his long hair as dark as ink. His eyes held the detached amusement of someone inspecting an insect. He stared at her for a long while, then withdrew his hand and casually said, “Guards, come in and dispose of her.”
Shuangjiang: ???
