OMG! My best friend and I transmigrated into a novel—and the very first scene is a **burial sacrifice**!
What do we do?
Don’t panic!
Grab powerful backers! One each! No one gets left out!
My bestie (the academic genius) clings to the **Director of the Eastern Depot**: “Supervisor! I know you’re not actually a eunuch!”
Director: ??? *(He heard that.)*
Me (a drama queen) hugging the **Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard**: “Sir! I know there’s a traitor among you!”
Commander: !!! *(He heard that too.)*
So the two of us get **packed up and taken away by two powerful enemies**, one each.
We thought we were about to face severe torture, but instead—
My bestie ends up in the Eastern Depot, becoming the Director’s **24-hour strategist**, thanks to the thoughts in her head.
And I end up in the Embroidered Uniform Guard, helping the Commander **solve countless cold cases** with my inner commentary (while occasionally admiring his abs).
Later, the two powerful big shots are **forced to turn from political enemies into allies**.
Watching the two handsome men work together to build their careers, my bestie and I exchange a glance, our thoughts perfectly in sync again:
**“We ship it! We ship it!”**
The two big shots suddenly stiffen, their expressions dark as they stare at us.
My bestie and I look at each other: “Uh… what happened?”
Later still…
In the imperial court, the Director and the Commander continue to clash fiercely.
But in private—
The Director asks: “So, what did your girl complain about me in her head today?”
The Commander snorts coldly: “Right back at you. Your girl just analyzed that the color of your court robe today makes you look like a peacock showing off its feathers.”