Summary
I transmigrated into a novel as a concubine who had never shared the crown prince’s bed.
A guard and I went from sharing meals to sharing a bed—from eating together to sleeping together.
One day, someone set me up and drugged me; while I was pulling my bedmate into bed to relieve the effects, the future crown princess arrived with an entourage to catch me in the act.
My bedmate showed no sign of panic at being discovered, because a moment later the crown princess cried out in astonishment, “Your Highness, how can you be the adulterer?”
Bet you didn’t see that coming: my bedmate was the crown prince.