Jiang Yao died in the middle of a late-night overtime shift. When she opened her eyes again, she had transmigrated into the historical romance novel she'd stayed up all night finishing, as the foolish, spoiled villainess who wouldn't live to see winter.
Her stepmother, Madam Cui, "kindly" invited a doctor over. She claimed Jiang Yao had caught a lingering cold poison after nearly drowning as a child, and needed to be force-fed medicine and bled every day to stay alive.
But Jiang Yao had read the original novel. That wasn't treatment. It was a death sentence.
With her own death drawing near, she clung to the biggest thigh in the story: Crown Prince Xiao Jue, rumored to be frail and gentle, but in truth so mad he had no regard for anyone, not even his own family.
She planned to play the part of an obedient pawn, borrow his influence, and save her own life.
But the prince was even more insane than he'd been in the book. He protected her so closely she couldn't slip through a crack, and watched her so intently she could barely take a step.
Only when she reached the last page of the original novel did she realize she'd gotten her identity wrong.
She wasn't the villainess. She was the prince's long-lost, early-dead first love, the one he'd kept hidden in his heart all these years.
And in the book, that first love died before winter came.
Jiang Yao gripped a knife and watched the sleeping prince all night.
Since her life was already hanging by a thread, why not kill him first?
This novel is quite dramatic and absurd. The author's writing style is sophisticated, and the power struggle and emotional entanglement are described in a fascinating way.