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So, I woke up on the day I was supposed to be executed.
You know, normal Tuesday stuff.
My head was chilling on a wooden platform, and there was this tiny blade dangling right above my neck.
Cute, right?
Just waiting to slice through and end my fantastic life.
Naturally, I thought, "How do I get out of this mess?"
And what genius idea came to mind? Pregnancy!
Yep, I faked a pregnancy.
And not just any pregnancy — I told the Emperor, the very psycho who ordered my execution, that I was carrying his child.
Spoiler alert: I was definitely not.
But hey, it worked!
I kept my head attached to my body.
However, when the universe is determined to mess with you, even a fake baby bump can't save you forever.
I kept up the act for a whole month before finally running away.
Ah, freedom! No more psycho Emperor, no more looming execution, just me, living my best fake-pregnancy-free life, laughing like I was finally out of a bad soap opera.
Or so I thought.
Because of course, luck had to have the last laugh.
Somehow, I ended up being the mother of the male lead.
You heard that right.
The male lead.
In this ridiculous story, I’m not even his real mother, but here I am, stuck inside the palace with a literal murderer, aka the Emperor, who — plot twist! — killed the male lead’s actual mom and turned her into a freaking energy crystal.
And now, I'm supposed to save the day.
Me, the villainess who's not even supposed to be here.
How? No clue.
But one thing’s for sure, luck and I need to have a serious talk.
Screw you, luck!
