My Best Friend and I Were Transported to Ancient Times to Marry into the Imperial Family

My best friend and I were transported into an old-school tragedy novel. She was a powerless empress, and I was an unlucky princess consort. According to the plot, the emperor and his childhood sweetheart, newly returned from a political marriage abroad, would turn her into a human swine, while the prince’s one true love would frame me and have my heart and eyes cut out. After discussing it, we decided to play the coquette, toyed with our husbands’ feelings, then faked our deaths and fled with our valuables. Five years later, the emperor had abdicated and the prince had become a monk. The brothers were putting up portraits around the country, searching for us. By then, my best friend and I had become wealthy businesswomen, enjoying ourselves with young actors in our arms. Looking at the two ragged men glaring at us, my friend and I grinned from ear to ear. “Don’t know you, never loved you. Show them out...”