I transmigrated into an erotic novel as a supporting character—a female general built like a double-door refrigerator.
For now, though, I was merely the heroine’s maid of all work, ordered about and worked like a beast of burden.
But I knew a prince would soon buy her freedom, then hand her over to the brutal emperor.
Even a heroine as experienced as she was might not survive him.
I had lived through countless loops in this world because its main characters kept dying halfway through the story.
I assumed this time would be no different.
Then, right in front of the male lead, the woman who had always looked down on me suddenly caught my arm.
“Your Highness, please buy Hua Nu’s freedom too!”