The Powerful Minister I Wrote to Death Seduces Me Every Night and Makes Me Blow My Cover

[Clearheaded, slow-burn author × cold, controlling power minister | transmigrating into a book + shared dreams + secret identities exposed + winning back his wife + turning the tables on a deadly trap] Ye Yanyan learned from childhood that anything given by someone else could be taken away at any time, so she only trusted herself. After transmigrating into a book, she became a minor concubine-born daughter who was barely mentioned in the story and was supposed to die a gruesome death. She had just escaped from kidnappers when she stumbled straight into the sedan chair of Pei Si, a powerful court official. As it happened, this aloof, suspicious man who held sway over the court was also the one who had haunted her dreams for seven nights before she transmigrated, and the devoted second male lead she had written seven different deaths for! To stay alive, she had no choice but to approach him. By day, she borrowed his hidden guards and his influence. Before long, even he himself had become increasingly useful to her. At night, the two of them fell into the same dream, where they couldn’t see each other’s faces but remembered each other’s voices, scent, and touch. She did everything she could to hide the truth, while he tested her at every turn. She thought it was all just an arrangement, until she realized that the man who was supposed to be infatuated with the original heroine had begun indulging and protecting her, and was becoming less and less willing to let her go. Until reality and the dream began to overlap, and Pei Si finally realized: The person who made him lose control night after night was Ye Yanyan! In their next dream, he held her captive in his arms and asked in a low voice: “Didn’t Second Miss Ye say she’d give herself to me?” But just as the two of them became more and more entangled, the original plot intervened. The first six versions of Ye Yanyan’s discarded death scenes began reappearing in the form of different crises. And reality, too, was closing in on the seventh and final death she had written for herself: Poisoned wine on a snowy night. This time, she was determined to walk out alive with him.