The Supporting Female Always Wants to Hang Herself - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

After finally working myself to death through overtime, I thought I could finally escape the fate of being a corporate slave. To my utter surprise, I was actually bound by a system.

The system transported me into a palace intrigue novel. Here, I am an Imperial Noble Consort, arrogant and overbearing thanks to my powerful family background.

“I know, I know. The Consort Hua archetype. Who hasn’t seen Empresses in the Palace?”

The system indicated that it was more or less like that, but my task was to make the dog emperor fall in love with me to avoid the fate of my entire family being executed.

I flopped onto the bed.

“Can’t do it. Find someone else.”

The system said, “Either do it, or die.”

Hearing this, I couldn’t sit still anymore.

I immediately called for my maid to bring me all the joss paper in the palace.

I wrote my name on every single piece and started burning them.

The system asked what I was doing. I said this was called ‘sending the supplies before the troops move.’

“Didn’t you say I’d die if I didn’t do it? When am I dying? Can it be sooner? I’m in a hurry; I’m worried if it’s too late, I won’t be able to receive the money on the other side.”

The system gritted its teeth as it tried to bargain with me.

It began describing all the perks of being an Imperial Noble Consort.

I remained silent for a long while. “The way you’re painting this rosy picture really reminds me of the HR manager who hired me back then.”

With that, I kicked off my shoes and started sleeping on the bed.

The covers-my fragrant body bag.

I didn’t care one bit about breaking character. The sooner I died, the sooner I could be reincarnated.

When I woke up, the sky was already dark.

I felt my empty stomach and ordered dinner.

Deep-fried pork tenderloin, cherry pork, braised shark fin, and eight-treasure duck.

Fine, for the sake of the food, I’ll live one more day.

I ate a bit too much for dinner, so I was strolling around the courtyard to help my digestion when the dog emperor’s head eunuch, Eunuch Su, came to tell me that the dog emperor wouldn’t be coming over tonight.

Me: “Oh.”

Come or don’t, see if I care.

Eunuch Su looked awkward for a moment. “Please forgive him, Your Highness. His Majesty is worried about state affairs; it wasn’t intentional that he couldn’t come to see Your Highness.”

“Oh.”

None of my business.

Eunuch Su thought I was unhappy and slunk away dejectedly.

The system took the opportunity to say that this was a chance to please the dog emperor, suggesting I send some soup or water to gain some favor.

I shook my head and refused, threatening the system to play two episodes of a TV drama for me.

The system told me to stop dreaming.

I untied my waistband and started hanging it over a ceiling beam.

Life is boring. Bye-bye.

The system let out a sharp, high-pitched screech. “Get down, you’re the boss! I’ll play it for you!”

I watched two episodes of a melodramatic soap opera and went to sleep feeling wonderful.

It’s great. No more clients calling me in the middle of the night to get up and revise a proposal.