One Hundred Ways to Die for a Liar

My name is Lin Ruoyu, the legitimate daughter of Boyang Houfu and the wife of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince - at least, that's what it says in my little notebook. Of course, I did a little "tampering" with this marriage. Not much, just a few hundred million, forged the handwriting of a famous scholar of the time, and made a fake. I thought my life would be cheated from now on. On the day of the wedding, the groom did not show up, the guests were all strangers, the wedding was written like scratch paper, and the wedding venue was more economical than the company's annual meeting - it was done during the day to save lamp oil, the red silk was hung like hanging socks, and even snacks were skipped because "there was no fire." It doesn't matter, I got my real wife. I have never seen the crown prince's face, and I have never even touched it with my fingertips. The servants in the palace often secretly open some handicap, and I don't know what they are betting on - I later learned that the bet was on when I would find out that I was a fake. I didn't like the maid Bicheng, so she climbed into the prince's bed. Wear my red and live in the room I like. The steward said this was normal. I treated my concubine Liu Ming as a decoration, but she made me Mrs. Yuli. Reason? The prince said that I was "slightly crazy". Am I crazy? I'm clearly sober. I wore old clothes that others didn't want, wore velvet flowers that the maid had thrown away in anger, and ate scraps left over from the kitchen. But! I! Return! Yes! Just! Wife! Right? Until one day, I casually gave my maid Mei Yun my clothes that were "too insulting". Meiyun wore them and showed off her calligraphy skills at a banquet. The prince took a fancy to it. Finally I couldn't bear it anymore. A "good-hearted man" named Bai Lu came over and said that as long as I took out a few letters from the prince's study, I could make everyone in the prince's house hungry. I did it. I want to give them a little color to see. The day I handed the letter out, my palms were all sweaty and my heart was full of joy, imagining the whole house kneeling down and calling me, "Mistress, have mercy on me." I don't want to talk about what happened after that. The Chief of Prison Prison is not a vegetarian, and his methods are more ruthless than the King of Hell. I don't want to provoke them again in the next life. Only occasionally in prison, in the dead of night, I would think of a question: What if the prince knew about my "hands and feet" from the beginning? So what on earth have I been acting in these years? What do the servants mean by "Don't expose it, His Highness is just bored"? Oh right. Forgot to mention Bixie and Meiyun. No one remembers their original names. I thought they were all here to cause trouble for me. Later I discovered that they were the protagonists of this book. And I, as the clown, help them upgrade by the way. Reading reminder: This article is not a counterattack story about a heroine. The heroine is a "fake protagonist" and has high-energy counterattacks throughout. In the end, he was sentenced to death in half for falsifying academic qualifications, defrauding high-ranking officials, stealing state secrets, and collaborating with the enemy. · The heroine is not the real wife · The heroine has no golden fingers ·The heroine is miserable from beginning to end · The maid is the koi The main theme is that a liar is counterattacked, the liar enters the situation, the liar is eliminated, the liar has his own destiny, the liar is struck by lightning, the liar has to die a good death, and the liar is destroyed. The real counterattack came from the two maids. One achieved high status through calligraphy, and the other married into the royal family through calligraphy. Knowledge changes destiny, don't deceive me sincerely. Modern translation: After traveling through time, I relied on a little "false talent and learning" to get the offer of being the head wife of the Prince's Mansion. I thought I had made a fortune. Gift package for newbies: two pieces of Gliss, a set of Chow Tai Fook, and a Coach gift bag. Daily meals: Bantian Yao grilled fish, Luckin 9.9. Good? At least it's better than outside. But the maids wear Burberry windbreakers and Dior little black dresses to work, and wear black pearls and three diamonds for team building. My concubines gave me Chanel haute couture + three Michelin stars + Van Cleef & Arpels because they thought the clothes were too plain. I told myself: I am a real wife, and my dignity does not lie in my clothes. Later, the nightclub girl wore Mikimoto and Van Cleef & Arpels, and told the prince in front of me... Forget it. Later, I threw those "second-hand big brands" to Mei Sheng, and she was spotted by the prince wearing them and became a royal VIP. Now her daily routine is: royal custom-made La Prairie, Van Cleef & Arpels Padparadscha, and crowns worth hundreds of millions of dollars. And I am still struggling: does my Heilan House haute couture piece count as haute couture? Later, I handed over the information. I thought I had finally come back. ——Until I was on the execution ground, I was scared to death, but I still couldn't avoid the knife that passed through my body and cut me in half without mercy. I died in extreme pain and a very miserable death. Etc. The last thought flashed before death What if the prince knew from the beginning that my academic qualifications were fake... Then does my employment certificate count? " (Forget it, you will be considered injured at work, but there will be no compensation, and you will be held criminally liable.) Purpose: Be honest and do things properly