
Together with my best friend, we transmigrated to ancient times. I became the fawning lackey of the tyrannical Chief Minister, and she became the crown princess of the obsessive heir.
The Chief Minister despised me, and the heir loathed her. Both men were fixated solely on their long-deceased white moonlight, unaware that we were secretly overjoyed inside.
Fight! Fight! The more they fight and ignore us, the better!
During the day, we clashed with each other, quarreling from the streets to the alleys.
At night, I emptied the storehouses, and she plundered the gold and silver.
"Enough?" "Enough already!" "According to the plot, the white moonlight is coming back soon? Then what about us?" "Run! I'll carry you and flee overnight!"
The white moonlight, supposed to return only after a year, suddenly appeared. The two men were instantly mesmerized, drawing their swords against my best friend and me.
We exchanged a glance. Run! Run right now!
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After faking our deaths, my best friend and I disguised ourselves daily, pockets stuffed with gold and silver, visiting brothels and drooling over the handsome men's abs.
Until that night, drunk and feeling an itch, I ordered a beautiful man. He stared at me with a sinister gaze, and my drunkenness vanished instantly.
"Hi... Ch-Chief, Chief Minister."
He said nothing, hoisted me onto the bed. Terrified, I bolted to the next room to find my best friend.
Seeing her pinned against the wall by the heir gripping her neck, a hoarse voice came: "Still running?"
I fell silent.
We're done for! Can't run anymore!!