The Last Transmigrator

Synopsis

I transmigrated as the princess offered to The Tyrant, Alexander Blackwell, for a political marriage. That very night, I dropped a bombshell. "Your Majesty, in three years, you'll be poisoned by your favorite consort." He pinched my chin, a cold smile on his lips. "You're the seventh to say that." Then he led me to the crypt. Six crystal coffins stood there, each containing a woman who looked eerily similar to me. On each coffin lid, there was an inscription. [Transmigrator One, died because she talked too much.] [Transmigrator Two, died for being too smart for her own good.] Alexander traced his fingers over the sixth, empty coffin, his gaze locking onto mine. "You're Transmigrator Seven."