Wagging Tail - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Just when I thought I had successfully changed the original plot…

Early the next morning, the spy I had planted in the Song residence sent word that not only was Ning Yuanqing still alive, but Song Zheng had secretly rescued her.

Fine, rescued her, whatever. But while they were fleeing, they even ran straight into a carriage from the Prime Minister’s Mansion.

And the person sitting inside that carriage was none other than the Prime Minister’s Wife, who had just returned from offering incense at a temple outside the city.

The moment she saw Ning Yuanqing’s face, her eyes reddened.

Great. The mother and daughter still ended up meeting.

Not to be rude, but the heroine halo in the original novel was ridiculously unreasonable.

How could someone lose her daughter years ago, then turn around and adopt some woman of unknown origins as her goddaughter just because she looked very much like her biological child?

Adopting her was one thing, but she even handed over her late daughter’s courtyard, her late daughter’s servants, and all of her late daughter’s jewels and accessories to this goddaughter.

Wasn’t this just textbook substitute romance? If her real daughter knew, she’d be so furious she would wake up and claw her way out of her coffin, right?

“Princess, shall I take action?” When I came back to myself, Yan Man was asking me.

“Forget it. Let her be.” I rubbed my temples. “It wasn’t as if I ever truly expected to kill her off in one go.”

After all, she was the original novel’s heroine, blessed with the protagonist halo. She would not die that easily.

Even if Yan Man really obeyed me and went to assassinate her, all kinds of accidents would probably happen along the way.

If that ended up getting Yan Man hurt instead, the loss would far outweigh the gain.

“Send a more skilled shadow guard to follow her. Report her situation to me at all times.”

“Yes.” Yan Man accepted the order and withdrew.

As for me, I rose and went into the study, then took out the booklet from the hidden compartment where I had recorded the original plot.

The current situation was this: not only had the original heroine already appeared, she had also reunited with her convenient new parents.

I looked at the rough timeline of the original plot that I had written down in the booklet.

Then the next step would be the palace banquet. The original heroine would attend as the Prime Minister’s adopted daughter, become famous in a single stroke during the talent showcase with a Tang poem, and have her classic first meeting with the original male lead.

“Someone, go to the Eastern Palace and ask the Crown Prince whether he has finished memorizing the Three Hundred Tang Poems I told him to learn by heart.”

Since I couldn’t fight the plot, I might as well join in with enthusiasm.