After I Transmigrated Into a Book, the Tyrant Doted on Me

The moment Yu Qian opened her eyes, she found herself sitting in a horse-drawn carriage. Her benefactor said he'd found her lying on the ground and felt sorry for her, so he took her to a medical clinic, then left without a word. Unfortunately, it had been too dark for her to see his face. All she remembered was the lovely scent of cedar and sandalwood on him. Much later, she discovered that she'd transmigrated into an ancient romance novel. She was the cousin from the Marquis's household, recently brought back from Jiangnan: a cannon-fodder supporting character with nothing but beauty and a frail constitution. On the night of the Mid-Autumn banquet, Yu Qian accompanied the Marquis's household to a palace feast, only to be stopped at the palace gates by a man. The handsome man, his face utterly expressionless, asked her, “You don't recognize me?” Yu Qian cautiously studied the tyrant described in the book and ventured, “Perhaps we know each other?” The man's face darkened. He said nothing and swept away. Then one day, by a stroke of luck, Yu Qian caught the familiar scent of cedar and sandalwood on the tyrant. The tyrant was my benefactor! Because his previous life had been so dull, Chi Yiduo had killed himself inside the Ayue Palace. He never expected to open his eyes and find himself back at the age of twenty-three. This time around, on a whim, he picked up a girl along the road. Much later, Yu Qian lay in the tyrant's arms, gazing out the window at the fragrant osmanthus blossoms. “An elder once told me that when you lose someone you loved deeply in a past life, a mole appears on your right hand.” The tyrant looked at the red mole on her right wrist, tenderly kissed her lips, then said with mock ferocity, “If that's true, then that person must have been me.” I'm the one who held close and kissed the person who clung to the moon. Gentle beauty × Real Tyrant This story contains original worldbuilding. Please don't overanalyze it.