After Faking Our Deaths, My Best Friend and I Were Found by Our Obsessive Husbands

My best friend and I both transmigrated. She became the only concubine of the top scholar in the capital, while I became the stand-in favorite concubine of a young general. On the surface, we played heartbroken fools pining after our men. Behind their backs, we lived in luxury, eating and drinking to our hearts' content. Then the plot killed off the white moonlight and brought her back, ending our good days. I showed up at my best friend's door with a little bundle on my back. “Are we going to die?” “We have to.” We drew lots, and I won the right to die first.