I Stumbled into the Imperial Family: My Inner Voice About Gossip Made Me Empress Dowager

After Lin Wanwan worked herself to death, she transmigrated into an ancient romance novel as a cannon-fodder bride sent in another woman's place.

From the start, they smeared her face with soot and sent her to bring good fortune to a tyrant with blood on his hands.

On her wedding night, a huge cleaver was held to her neck, and the entire palace waited for her head to roll.

Then her inner thoughts accidentally spilled out.

[This is ridiculous. Your tyrant is as gorgeous as a poisonous flower, but unfortunately, he won't survive past three episodes before the male lead cuts him in half.]

The tyrant's blade hit the floor on the spot.

To stay alive, Lin Wanwan wept as if her heart were breaking on the outside, while internally she gleefully roasted everyone and watched the drama unfold.

[That White Lotus Consort's tonic has been sitting around for three days, hasn't it? Does that lover of yours in the Imperial Guards know how poisonous you are?]

[That old minister was fighting his own son for a courtesan at a brothel last night, and now he has the nerve to force the palace into surrender?]

All she wanted was to eat, drink, and clock out on time.

But the tyrant's gaze grew more and more peculiar.

Before she knew it, she had become the strongest trump card in the hands of this wicked villain.