Qing Huan transmigrated into an ancient romance novel as a disposable cousin of the heroine. An orphan who had come to seek shelter with relatives, she lived under someone else's roof, with no money and no power. Her only advantage was that she had a pretty face.
Her goal was clear: find someone powerful to cling to, become a concubine, lie flat, and have all her food and clothes taken care of. Ideally, the heir would forget she existed for ten days or half a month at a time.
Then she realized: wasn't she only supposed to be his concubine? Weren't they supposed to leave each other alone? Why was this man watching her every day, getting angry just because she said one extra word to a servant?
She packed her bags and ran in the middle of the night, leaving a note before she went: "Young Lord, let's never meet again."
Pei Jin pinched the note, written in chicken scratch, his face black as the bottom of a pot.
