[Bright, lively little ray of sunshine x down-and-out, scheming, proud prince | both leads are each other's one and only | the male lead gets a little unhinged and yandere later on]
After diligently delivering takeout, Qiao Ying got hit by a car. With tears in her eyes, she closed them, resigned to her fate. When she opened them again, she had transmigrated to an ancient mass grave, where she found an extraordinarily handsome man.
Liu Shu felt like the unluckiest man alive. After losing the fight for the throne, he'd been tossed into a mass grave like a dog, then dragged away face-down. He wanted to see which brave soul had such tremendous strength. From behind, the person looked like a woman?
Based on Qiao Ying's ten years of experience reading novels, this man had to be the male lead. Stick with him and everything would be fine. Losing the fight for the throne? That's just part of the journey. Ever heard of a face-slapping power fantasy about an overpowered hero? Anyway, she just had to cling to him for dear life.
At last, Liu Shu ascended the throne, and Qiao Ying could finally enjoy the good life. Then she had a dream. In it, she was lying in a hospital bed while her parents stood nearby, weeping. A voice asked if she wanted to go home.
Liu Shu swore that whatever it took, he would make Qiao Ying wake up. That awful Qiao Ying, always lying when she said she felt sorry for him! Pretty women were the best liars!
Palace maid: “Have you heard? His Majesty seems to have gone mad. He won't eat, drink, or attend court. He just holds Her Majesty the Empress and hums to her all day.”
The ministers let out piercing shrieks: “Your Majesty, get a grip! If the Empress can't wake up, does that mean you have to stop living too?”
A certain someone: “Yes.”
