My best friend and I both traveled to another world.
But I was born into it.
She arrived in someone else’s body.
By the time she came, a feudal order that devoured its people had already bent my back.
She, meanwhile, was full of ambition.
She meant to fight for the throne beside the emperor.
“I might be the heroine of this world,” she said.
“I’m Zhen Huan, and you’re An Lingrong!”
“I can do what even Zhen Huan couldn’t.
I’m a modern woman, after all.
We’re a thousand years ahead of these people.”
“And even if you are An Lingrong, I won’t treat you the way Zhen Huan did.
We’ll always be best friends.”
But she did not understand.
The cruelty of an imperial dynasty was more than two women from the modern world could bear.
She was no Zhen Huan.
I was no An Lingrong.
We were only ants struggling to survive a merciless reality.
