Song Lianhe had run into the first career bottleneck since transmigrating into the book.
Someone had stolen her villainess schtick!
Not only had they stolen it, but they'd also hit her!
Staring at the now-corrupted heroine across from her, she wanted to cry but had no tears. How could things be this frustrating?!
Since everyone had laid their cards on the table, there was no longer any need to pretend. Song Lianhe reached up, pulled off the pile of assorted ornaments from her head, and dumped them all into Da Xi's arms.
Wearing all those hairpins was making her neck ache.
"Well, well, you figured it out, huh?" Song Lianhe took out a silk handkerchief and slowly wiped away her lip rouge. "The Sun Shangxiang part was fake, but I really am Jintang's Granny."
