Yun Pianpian transmigrated into a novel, becoming a background character, a little palace maid. The system tasked her with becoming the tyrant's white moonlight. The tyrant, Xiao Changyuan, was sinister, tyrannical, cruel, and merciless. After unifying the empire, public resentment boiled over, and everyone wanted him dead. Due to an accident, the two of them fell off a cliff. Xiao Changyuan was left battered and bloodied, losing his memory. “Woman, who are you?” In the original story, Xiao Changyuan and the little palace maid both lost their memories, became sworn siblings, and lived in Jiangjia Village for three years, their relationship as stagnant as dead water. Yun Pianpian decided to set that dead water ablaze, to burn it dry and let love boil over. Yun Pianpian bit her cherry, red lips, her almond, shaped eyes misty as she said in a delicate, coquettish voice: “Husband, I am your wife. Don’t you recognize me anymore?” The young emperor, with his handsome, cold features, pressed his thin lips together, his dark, ink, like eyes stared at her for a long time before he finally called out in a hoarse voice. “Wife.” Yun Pianpian ordered the tyrant to plow fields, farm, cook, and wash clothes, living a blissful life. Until one rainy night, the truth came out. Yun Pianpian turned pale: “I’m sorry, I lied to you. I’m not your wife.” Xiao Changyuan bit her red lips, nuzzling close to her, his gaze dark and his voice raspy. “Wife, if you’re going to lie, then lie to the very end.” His Pianpian was the best at lying, full of insincerity. And yet, he loved nothing more than the way she lied. “All your insincerity, in my heart, is nothing but sweet nothings.” Xiao Changyuan’s heart was a desolate, cold ruin, but Yun Pianpian danced gracefully upon that ruin, enchanting him, haunting his dreams. “She made the abyss boil, setting love aflame.”