Shen Nanyuan found herself transported into a novel. As soon as she opened her eyes, she discovered she had become the pampered daughter of a prestigious general's household, surrounded by luxury and
"Miss! Miss!"
Shen Nanyuan pressed her fingers to her temples, propping her chin on one hand, her expression languid. “What is it, Qingrui?”
“Young Master Jun is here! He’s talking to the General in the main hall—you should hurry over.”
A trace of weariness unconsciously crept onto Shen Nanyuan’s face.
Even after a nap, it all felt unreal.
She had transmigrated into a novel.
And not just any novel, but the one she’d just finished reading.
Shen Nanyuan, daughter of the Duke Protector, the cherished jewel of the Shen family. Her father, Shen Yi, was the famed General who defended the realm. Though born into a family of martial valor, she had been raised delicately, her beauty legendary, the pride of the household—everyone doted on her, as if fearing she might melt in their mouths or shatter in their hands.
Yet, in the original story, this character was nothing but an innocent casualty.
The male lead was a prince lost from childhood, later found by the servants of the Duke Protector’s household. For ten years, he suffered abuse and humiliation there. Shen Yi, often stationed at the border, had no idea what the lost prince looked like, so the male lead buried every injustice deep within his heart. When he returned to power, he took brutal revenge, exterminating the entire Shen family under a fabricated charge.
Hundreds perished without exception.
None died more miserably than the original Shen Nanyuan’s younger brother, Shen Jinyu, and the servants who had tormented the male lead for sport.
She