When the copper drain dripped for the third time, Qin Zhaoyue was choked awake by the strong smell of alcohol in her throat.

Sunlight streamed through the lattice windows, casting dappled gold light on the plain gauze curtains.

He raised his hand, and the silver bracelet with the peony pattern on his wrist tapped against the floor tiles, making a crisp hum.

Um?

Qin Zhaoyue, who had just woken up, was still a little dizzy and stared blankly at her wrist.

When...did she ever have such a bracelet? It looks like she doesn't deserve to have it...

He looked up in a daze, and his gaze met the bronze mirror.

The eyebrows are painted with snail-shell ink to evoke the charm of a misty spring river, while the outer corners of the eyes are adorned with fine gold leaf, as thin as a cicada's wing, delicately applied along the eye socket in the shape of a phoenix tail.

Her nose bridge resembled a Kunlun jade pen holder, with a playful curve at the tip, and dimples on her cheeks were faintly visible.

The most wonderful thing is that there is a cinnabar mole three inches below the earlobe, which is right in the shadow cast by the pearl earring.

Qin Zhaoyue's breath hitched: "Beautiful lady, who are you?"

Wait a minute!

A gold filigree embroidered with rubies covered her dark blue hair, and a pearl hairpin with a gold base adorned her hair. This hair accessory... why does it look so familiar?

Oh right, isn't this the sixth princess from the short drama I watched in bed before going to sleep?

She clicked on the link because of the same name and watched a few episodes, which almost made her furious.

At the birthday banquet of the eldest granddaughter of the Duke's mansion, the original owner of this body, that fool, actually plotted to drug the prime minister's eldest son, but was instead outmaneuvered and made a fool of in front of everyone.

Had she somehow transmigrated into a drama? Having been exposed to numerous time-travel dramas, Qin Zhaoyue quickly calmed down.

The drama is set in a fictional dynasty called the Great Gan Dynasty, where an empress is in power. As the sixth princess, she holds a noble position, which can be described as a perfect start.

However, the original owner was neither good at literature nor martial arts, and had not built up any faction. He had no self-awareness and still wanted to seize the throne.

I don't know whose slanderous words they listened to, but they said that by taking down the prime minister's eldest son, they could gain the prime minister's support and secure their position as heir apparent.

Pah! What kind of brain do you have?

She was a noble princess, officially known as Imperial Princess.

Princess, imperial princess, what a noble status! Wouldn't it be better to enjoy wealth and glory without any power or influence? Why did you go to such lengths to seize the throne?

Phew... Qin Zhaoyue breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, she had probably transmigrated to the beginning, and everything was still in time.

After calming herself down, she turned her head and found a man lying on the bed.

Who is this?

The newly merged memories assaulted her brain, and only then did she realize that this was none other than Pei Xueqiao, the prime minister's eldest son.

So this brain-dead idea has been put into practice.

Who is it?! Who has such high execution capabilities?

Why can't I just find a job? A promotion and a raise are within reach.

Just then, the prime minister's eldest son on the bed started acting strangely, as if he was being scratched all over.

Come on~ Let's have some fun, we have plenty of time anyway~

Come on~ let's have some fun, there's plenty of beautiful scenery to enjoy~

Qin Zhaoyue abruptly cut off the background music that was automatically playing in her mind. The boy on the bed had obviously been drugged.

Who did it? She did it herself!

Listen to this plan: Let! No! People! See! It!

They painstakingly devised a plan to catch adulterers, but who were they going to catch? A few of them.

What a talent... Why not just call her the Princess of the Empire, and the Beauty of Tihua instead?

Qin Zhaoyue sprang to the door and began pounding on it, yelling, "Open the door right now!"

The maid waiting outside the door was startled. "Your Highness, is it over already?"

With that big head of yours, who do you think you are?

Wait, no, this seems to be looking down on the prime minister's eldest son, which has nothing to do with her. It's not an angle that shows any anger at all.

"Stop talking nonsense and open the door for me right now."

The door opened, revealing a round little head with clear, bright eyes—it was Yingnuo, the personal maid.

"Quickly, move these people out of here."

"Ah? Your Highness, weren't you going to take down Young Master Pei?"

"Take it if you want, I'm not taking it, so move it now."

"But where should we move to?"

In order to make things happen, the original owner deliberately chose a secluded corner, not far from the outer wall.

At this moment, another maid, Tao Yao, ran over excitedly, "Your Highness, I've brought the person here, they'll be here soon!"

Who is it?

"Everyone!"

Looking at her excited expression, her flushed face and the sweat on her forehead as she ran, Qin Zhaoyue nodded.

He's truly devoted to his loyal servant. "Well done, your monthly pay will be deducted."

"Thank you, Your Highness... Hmm?" The little head tilted, her face full of question marks, a picture of innocent naiveté.

"What are you standing there for? Move it!"

This matter needed to be kept secret, so two maids were brought along. The three of them worked together to drag the prime minister's eldest son outside.

After taking only a few steps, Qin Zhaoyue felt something uncomfortable in her lower back. When she pulled it out, she found it was a booklet.

A diary? Who keeps a diary? I flipped through it and there were no words on it. Without thinking, I just tossed it away.

The next moment, she felt a sharp pain in her waist again; the notebook had returned.

baby!

Qin Zhaoyue immediately realized something was wrong, but this was not the time to investigate.

They were panting heavily when they carried the person to the base of the courtyard wall. There was no door or other building there.

What should we do? We can't just bury it in the ground, can we?

It's not that it's impossible, the key is that there's not enough time to dig the hole.

Qin Zhaoyue was extremely anxious. Having seen the beginning of the story, she knew that this scene was crucial.

The original owner was secretly deceived and framed. After being exposed, she received no support and instead suffered retaliation from the prime minister.

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