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Jiang Yue is dead.

She was the youngest princess of the Jiang Kingdom, the apple of her father's and mother's eye.

She was pampered and carefree from childhood.

The day before, she was faking a suicide attempt, crying and threatening her mother that she would rather die than marry the regent.

She died in her bedchamber the next day.

Jiang Yue didn't really want to die.

She now deeply regrets it; if she had known that the oath she made so casually would come true, she would never have held up those four fingers.

*

In the bedroom, the woman reflected in the dressing mirror had fair skin, a beautiful face, and delicate features.

As soon as Jiang Yue opened her eyes, an unfamiliar voice rang in her mind.

[System loading, story importing.]

You've traveled through time.

You are the villainous female supporting character in this sweet romance novel.

[You drugged the male lead, got pregnant, and forced him to marry you.]

Even after successfully marrying into a wealthy family, you are still not satisfied. You deeply resent his unrequited love, repeatedly framing and abusing the female lead, only to be repeatedly slapped in the face by her.

After causing all sorts of trouble, you'll be abandoned by the male protagonist, who can no longer tolerate you, and become a pariah.

This is your tragic and despised life.

You have two choices to change your destiny.

[One, being a devoted admirer of the male and female leads.]

[Second, being a devoted simp for the male and female leads.]

Jiang Yue's eyelids twitched, as if she had finally come to her senses.

In fact, she didn't understand a single word.

The voice seemed to be just her hallucination and quickly disappeared.

Jiang Yue raised her eyes and quietly surveyed the unfamiliar scene before her.

Everything here is strange.

The only face she recognized was the one in the mirror.

It was only then that Jiang Yue noticed the clothes she was wearing. Her skirt was revealing, held up by only two thin straps, and the thin fabric clung to the girl's snow-white skin.

Her long, slightly wavy hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall.

Jiang Yue was somewhat disgusted with her clothes. With a cold face, she was about to go out and find out what was going on.

The door was slowly pushed open by the maid, who had her head down and spoke in a trembling voice: "Madam, the master probably won't be back tonight. You should go to sleep early."

Jiang Yue remained silent.

Jiang Yue glanced coldly at the maid, slightly raised her chin, and said imposingly, "I know, you can leave now."

The maid was surprised, not expecting the lady to be so agreeable today.

The servants have worked in this mansion for many years.

For the past six months since Miss Jiang married Mr. Zhou, their lives have been filled with unbearable suffering.

Miss Jiang is irritable, easily angered, and capricious.

She would fly into a rage over the smallest things, and the servants had to be extremely careful when attending to this young lady.

The servants had never seen such a difficult person to serve.

It's no wonder Mr. Zhou rarely returns to this mansion; everyone knows that Mr. Zhou's wife's status is due to her son.

Jiang Yue found everything in front of her very strange.

She went downstairs, and the room seemed very large, spacious and bright.

Jiang Yue was, after all, a princess of a country. Even if she hadn't figured out what was going on, she remained calm and composed on the surface and didn't show her ignorance.

She glanced coldly at the servant and said condescendingly, "I'm hungry."

Jiang Yue wasn't alone in the living room.

The butler and maid were startled by the lady of the house. They instinctively stood in front of the dining table, blocking the pretty young girl behind them.

He was afraid that his wife might hurt Zhao Shuyan again in her anger.

This is the female lead.

[The male lead's future true love, the white moonlight, is the poor Cinderella you cruelly bullied.]

[Now I've reformed and become her best friend, her follower, her simp.]

Change your destiny by starting with small, everyday things!

Jiang Yue found the voice in her head very annoying, and she said coldly, "Shut up."

The others exchanged glances, thinking the remark was directed at them, and pursed their lips, not daring to utter a sound.

Fortunately, the lady didn't seem to even glance at Zhao Shuyan, so she probably wouldn't bully the new tutor.

Last time, the wife deliberately scalded Miss Zhao's hand with freshly boiled water.

Jiang Yue is such a mean and vicious woman.

The maid's voice trembled as she asked, "Madam, what would you like to eat?"

Jiang Yue glanced condescendingly at the dining table. "What is she eating?"

!!

This is terrible!

Is Madam eyeing Miss Zhao again?

The maid was trembling with fear. "Miss Zhao ate steak."

Jiang Yue had never heard of it. "Oh, then I'll eat this too."

Zhao Shuyan's face was very pale, her innocent and harmless face was red at the corners of her eyes, and she looked fragile and pitiful: "Miss Jiang."

Jiang Yue raised an eyebrow and ignored her.

She had seen all sorts of people in the palace before.

The concubines in my father's palace are all cunning and resourceful, but the lowest of them are like this innocent, pitiful little flower in front of me.

Zhao Shuyan bit her lip, walked up to her, and carefully took her wrist. "I was being foolish that day and made you angry. My hand injury is almost healed, you..."

Jiang Yue didn't even have the patience to listen to her finish. She coldly pushed her hand away and stared at her with a cold look: "Don't touch me."

Zhao Shuyan fell backward and landed on the ground, hitting her forehead on the table leg. It hurt and swelled up, and tears immediately streamed down her face.

The servants were horrified and hurriedly helped her up. When they saw the obvious red swelling on her forehead, they felt even more that the lady was terrifying.

Jiang Yue calmly sat down and looked at Zhao Shuyan, whose eyes were brimming with tears.

The system watched helplessly as she threw a tantrum, a series of question marks appearing above its head.

Is she here to be a slave, or to continue being a princess? She seems to have no idea what's going on.

The maid's heart sank when she heard what she said, expecting her to fly into a rage as usual.

But the storm we had imagined never came.

After lunch, Jiang Yue was a little tired, so she went upstairs back to the bedroom she had just been in.

The maid hurriedly called the master, saying that the tutor she had hired for the young master had been beaten by the wife again.

*

Zhou Ji returned to the old house late at night.

His wife is indeed a bit of a worry.

When he got home, the light in the master bedroom was still on.

As Zhou Ji walked, he loosened his tie, casually draped his suit jacket over his arm, and walked expressionlessly into the bedroom.

The man slightly raised his brow, but he couldn't see her figure inside.

The sound of dripping water came from the bathroom.

Zhou Ji understood.

Jiang Yue, who was in the bathroom, didn't know how to use these things she had never seen before, and water accidentally splashed onto her thin nightgown.

She was somewhat annoyed and was about to call someone over to help her bathe and change her clothes.

As soon as I stepped outside, I bumped into a strange man.

The man was handsome, with a cold and stern look, exuding an imposing aura of authority.

He glanced at her indifferently, his eyes cold and expressionless.

Jiang Yue treated him like a servant in the house, and naturally ordered him around: "Come and help me wash up."

Zhou Ji: ?

The man gave a casual smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

A few seconds later, he casually loosened his tie and said nonchalantly, "Jiang Yue, what trick are you playing now?"

Although they are a legally recognized married couple.

But Zhou Ji didn't like this brainless pretty face.

She is beautiful.

Heartless and cruel.

He knew that her usual gentleness in front of him was all an act, and he was curious how long she could keep up the act.

However, Zhou Ji didn't pay much attention to her, and of course, he wouldn't give her a friendly look.

Jiang Yue raised her chin: "You audacious commoner, how dare you address this princess by her given name?!"

Zhou Ji paused for two seconds, then chuckled softly.

He walked forward step by step.

They got closer to her.

A crisp, awe-inspiring aura swept over her.

The man suddenly grabbed her chin tightly, his gaze sweeping over her delicate features inch by inch.

Zhou Ji's lips curled into a playful smile as he spoke, each word distinct: "Your Highness?"

Jiang Yue broke free from his hand and raised her hand to slap him.

Zhou Ji grabbed her wrist, looking at her with a smile, playing along with her in a seemingly sarcastic tone: "What? Is Your Highness so eager for me to commit adultery?"