Phuc Lien lifted the hem of her formal dress and ran with all her might up to the rooftop.
She impulsively flung her high heels down the stairs.
Tiredly, she stepped onto the rooftop's flat railing and looked down.
Neon lights twinkled, and a bustling stream of cars passed by below.
If I jumped, would I die?
The cold late-autumn wind gently stirred her hair, a chill that pierced to the bone.
Phuc Lien felt her vision blur, strange images appearing one after another before her eyes, like a damaged old film reel, hazy and indistinct.
Her eyelids felt heavy, and her whole body was unable to move.
Slowly, she lost consciousness.
A soft, gentle voice echoed in her ear: "Lien'er, this consort knows you like Yu'er, but Yu'er doesn't like you. You should understand this."
Phuc Lien looked around in a daze; everything here was ancient in style, and sandalwood incense gently wafted around.
Palace maids, mammas, and eunuchs stood respectfully to one side.
The large room was decorated in the ancient style of the imperial palace.
Next to her was a lady in her forties, wearing pale yellow ancient attire, her dark blue-tinted hair styled elaborately and adorned with exquisite hairpins.
Phuc Lien looked down at what she was wearing: a long, pale blue dress and embroidered shoes on her feet.
Just a moment ago, she was on the rooftop, and in an instant, she was in the imperial palace.
Unreal!
Seeing her lost in pensive thought, the Huang Guifei sighed softly.
Waving her hand lightly, she said, "Lien'er, go back and think about it. This consort is tired."
Mamma Yang came forward and helped the Huang Guifei leave.
She looked at Phuc Lien a few more times.
Xiao Hua came over and said, "Young miss, let's go back."
Phuc Lien could only nod and went with her.
Sitting in the horse carriage, she became even more certain that her soul had transmigrated into someone else's body.
She closed her eyes, and memories appeared like a film reel.
According to these memories, she briefly summarized that the original owner of the body was named Phuc Lien.
The original Phuc Lien was the eldest daughter of the Phuc family. Her father, Phuc Kai, the young Admiral, was now in his forties.
From a young age, she suffered from a strange illness, constantly coughing up blood. Her stepmother, taking advantage of her father being away at war, sent Phuc Lien to a temple.
A few days later, the temple burned down, and she was taken in as a disciple by an old master.
She coincidentally met King Jing, fell in love, and descended the mountain.
King Jing, however, was deeply in love with the female lead, Phuc Zi'yin.
And Phuc Zi'yin was the type who transformed from an ugly girl into a beauty.
She exposed her insidious stepmother, was indifferent to everything, and was proficient in medicine, especially toxicology.
Phuc Zi'yin broke off her engagement with the scumbag and became incomparably cold.
Many fell deeply for her.
And that lady was King Jing's mother, wanting to persuade Phuc Lien to let go.
All the maids by her side belonged to Phuc Zi'yin and poisoned her daily.
But that was understandable; as soon as Phuc Lien returned, she caused an earth-shattering commotion.
Ruining many plans and harming Phuc Zi'yin.
No one in the entire Phuc family liked her.
This seemed quite similar to a novel; she vaguely remembered reading it last month but couldn't for the life of her remember the title.
It seemed that in the end, Phuc Lien was exchanged for Phuc Zi'yin and died among the enemy forces.
Phuc Zi'yin, on the other hand, later lived a peaceful life as empress.
More importantly, that Phuc Zi'yin was a transmigrated pharmacist with a cold personality, who always sought revenge, and had a passion for poisons.
She had been framed and killed by a scumbag man and a scheming woman.
Aaaaaa, why is it so messed up!!!! Why did I transmigrate into a novel?
If I had transmigrated from the very beginning, it would have been fine, but I transmigrated almost halfway through the story.
Now this body is full of poison: poison from the female lead, from the male supporting character in the Poison Valley Sect, and from the male supporting character King Jing, her husband.
Phuc Lien sighed mournfully, leaning back like the legendary 'Waiting Wife' stone. What should she do now?
Following the plot won't work, and counterattacking won't work either.
I don't want to be like those novel protagonists who counterattack and draw all sorts of attention.
Before she could think it through, they had already arrived at the Phuc Manor.
She quickly got off the carriage and hurried into the room.
Sitting down at the table, she immediately drank several cups of plain tea, steadying her breathing.
It's still not too late, just quietly live as a gentle beauty. As for the female lead, of course I have to...hehe.
When she read the novel, she wasn't too fond of the female lead. She was always ambiguous and unclear with the male leads and supporting characters.