The first time I transmigrated into a book, I became the beautiful daughter of a butcher. A rebellion had broken out in the palace, and the emperor and empress had left to seek refuge. The emperor couldn't take his eyes off me. The empress immediately had someone gouge out my eyes.
“A peasant woman dares to covet the emperor? What shameless, lewd behavior!”
The second time I transmigrated into a book, I deliberately avoided them and hid in the mountains to pick fruit. But the emperor happened to be out hunting with the empress. The emperor looked at me again, and the empress shot an arrow straight through my throat.
The third time I transmigrated into a book, I was done pretending! I hooked a finger into the emperor's robe and said, “My lord, you're quite the handsome one!”
