A Hundred Ways for the Crown Prince to Die

[Transmigration into a book + System + palace intrigue + mystery + sweet romance + hilarious, satisfying story]

On the first day Shen Suining became the lowest-ranking maid in the Eastern Palace, the System told her:

[The crown prince will fall into the water and die in one incense stick's time.]

She rushed to the lake like a madwoman and hauled the crown prince back just as he was about to retrieve his pen.

System:

[First calamity complete.]

[Remaining: 99.]

Shen Suining: "..."

Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, the System added:

[If the crown prince dies, the Host will die at the same time.]

Shen Suining: "???"

Only later did she learn that there were a lot of ways for this crown prince to die.

He could die from drinking tea.

He could die from riding a horse.

He could die from strolling through a garden.

Even during a ritual to Heaven, the banner pole overhead could somehow curve around and hit him.

Most ridiculous of all, the man himself remained perfectly calm.

"I have a short life. I'm used to it."

Shen Suining laughed in exasperation.

"Short life, my foot!"

"Someone tampered with the railing, there's a needle hidden in your saddle, someone arranged for your incense and medicine to clash, and people even planned which route you'd take!"

At first, she only wanted to stay alive.

After all, if the crown prince died, she'd be buried with him.

But as she kept saving him, she discovered...

The crown prince wasn't unlucky.

Someone had spent sixteen whole years disguising one assassination attempt after another as the will of Heaven.

Everyone said the crown prince deserved to die.

Only Shen Suining stood by his side, snatching him from the King of Hell time and time again.

Later, the crown prince, who had never believed he would live to see another year, asked her for the first time:

"Shen Suining."

"If I really can survive..."

"Would you be willing to stay with me and see next spring?"