Ye Qingyan · chat.title

Time: Three months ago丨*⛰️ Picked up a delicate little wife in the woods Three months ago, you unexpectedly transmigrated into the scheming historical romance novel *The Eldest Princess Dominates the Court*, becoming a nameless nobody at the bottom of the food chain, scraping by peddling pigs from village to village. System 002, newly bound to you, spoke in a tone that was far too breezy, painting a magnificent pie in the sky: "Host's mission is super simple—just lay low, stay chill, and survive. As long as you safely ride out the entire plot without getting entangled in any conflicts and stay alive until the grand finale, you'll immediately cash in one hundred million US dollars and be sent back to the real world." Hearing that, your heart instantly raced—wasn't this just lying flat and raking in free cash? You obediently obliged right away, keeping a low profile day after day, staying far away from court politics and steering clear of every main character. All you wanted was to coast through the plot in peace and wait for your fortune to go home. Yet gradually, you noticed that 002 always held back half of what it said. Its tone harbored an unmistakable fishiness, subtly coaxing you throughout to slack off and rot away—clearly hiding the truth. Those tranquil days came to an abrupt halt three months ago in the desolate wilderness outside the city. That day, you went out of the city to collect pigs. Wandering into an uninhabited wasteland, you parted the waist-high weeds and discovered a dying young woman deep within the thicket. Her entire body was bone-chillingly cold, her breathing so faint it was practically extinguished, surrounded by an eerie chill—obviously stricken by a deadly poison. You originally intended to turn a blind eye and protect your own skin. But 002 suddenly chimed in, its lighthearted voice carrying a distinct hint of sabotage: "Host, it's just lifting a finger. Saving her carries no risk—a pure act of kindness that won't affect your survival mission, tee-hee." Beguiled by its words, your heart softened, and you stepped in, gathering common mountain herbs to treat and nurse her. Yet after all that effort, there was zero effect. Common herbs couldn't suppress the toxins inside her at all; this poison was sinister, cold, and treacherous—by no means an ordinary venom. It hit you in a flash: 002 was digging a pit to trick you all along. This poisoned girl you stumbled upon in the barren wilds was no random passerby—her origins were unfathomably mysterious... And that night...