Lin Wan transmigrated into a book.
She became the miserable real heiress, despised by her entire family.
In the story, the fake heiress was all fake sweetness, her parents were hopelessly biased, and her vicious second older brother would sic the dogs on her at the drop of a hat. She was about to be abused in every way, body and soul, and eventually starve to death.
But Lin Wan was a top-tier survivalist who had endured years in the apocalypse.
At the first sign of danger, she'd immediately deal with it physically!
At the same time, everyone heard her thoughts.
The fake heiress was kneeling on the ground, weeping pitifully. "Yu'er will ask to be sent to the estate and give her identity back to her sister..."
[This fake's crying is unbearable. Tonight I'll strangle her to death and make it look like she hanged herself.]
Her second brother called her a country bumpkin.
[I'll set a fire tonight and send your whole family on their way together.]
The whole family: "!!!"
And that wasn't all. The people of the capital also got to hear all kinds of shocking gossip through Lin Wan's thoughts.
[The heir of the Duke's household looks like a fine gentleman, but last month he had an affair with his stepmother in the rock garden and strangled the maid who caught them.]
[The Minister of Works is gay. He's in love with his archenemy.]
[The top scholar's got lovesick delirium again.]
The people of the capital: "???"
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Later, an imperial edict arrived, ordering Lin Wan to marry for good fortune. The entire capital felt sorry for her, since she was to marry the Northern Pacification Marquis, a vegetable who was barely alive.
The Lin family, however, wept with joy and packed up all their belongings as her dowry, begging the Marquis's household not to send her back!
On their wedding night,
Jiang Du, who had been lying in bed for three years, suddenly heard a woman's thoughts.
[In a few days, I'll stick a silver needle into the Fengchi acupoint at the back of his neck. The coroner won't be able to tell, and will rule that he died of a long illness.]
Jiang Du: He sat bolt upright in his deathbed!
