I am about to enter a crappy novel and become the female protagonist in it.
Song Mu.
A Marquis Mansion lady who goes through abuse, both physically and emotionally, suffers a miscarriage, disfigurement, and loses her body autonomy, only to eventually have a happy ending with the man who harmed her.
Me: Unbelievable.
This culture truly makes me feel ashamed of myself.
I am also called Song Mu.
The difference is, I am not a Marquis Mansion lady; I am a princess with the same name.
In my world, there are mystical powers.
A divination master is someone who controls such powers.
In the Royal Family, when we reach a certain age, we must go out for trials. My time for that had come, yet the divination master hadn't told me anything until I couldn't bear waiting any longer. Then, hesitantly, he finally revealed an answer to me.
Me: Unbelievable.
Listening to the divination master's words, my expression changed from anticipation to confusion—bewilderment—doubt—bizarre—speechless—eye-rolling—expressionless.
It was quite a rich journey of emotions.
Recalling the scenes the divination master showed me in a prophetic vision, my face turned even more expressionless.
"Substitution for kin, being insulted, neglected, bullied, humiliated, pregnant, sold to a brothel, miscarriage, return to the Prince Mansion, loving relationship, pregnancy, the appearance of a past love, multiple framing, being banished, discovering pregnancy, miscarriage on a rainy night, disfigurement, physical frailty, self-abuse, being rescued, misunderstanding, life-threatening, resolving the misunderstanding, happy ending..."
These are all the things I, as the female lead, am going to experience next.
The divination master tried to comfort me: "Don't worry too much, everyone's trials are equally difficult. Just go through with it without worrying about the outcome."
I contemplated for a moment, then suddenly gave a strange smile.
"Alright, I know what I need to do now."
"Wait for my good news."