The Regent secretly read the diary, and I went from being a cannon fodder to being the group's

Dawu Dynasty, the seventh year of Zhengqi, the eighth day of the eleventh month

At one o'clock in the evening, several maids passing by the courtyard of the Third Young Lady of the Vice Minister's Mansion were whispering to a pretty woman in plain clothes.

"Do you know? The Third Miss brought the Fourth Miss foot-washing water for four taels of silver today."

"Ah? Is this true? Although she is the fourth lady's legitimate child, the third lady is also of the Shen family's bloodline. How could she do such a lowly thing?"

"That's normal. She's just a daughter born to a lucky maid. Maybe she's born with the habit of serving others."

"Hahaha, maybe that's true. After all, the family doesn't even visit him two or three times a year, and he may not eat as well as us favored maids."

Shen Wanwan, who was passing by them, heard what they said, just glanced at them silently, and was too lazy to pay any more attention.

After all, it wasn't her that was being talked about. She was just a time-traveling girl who had the misfortune of dying suddenly and traveled through time to this novel world.

Anyway, they are not scolding me, so let them scold me as they please. Besides, I have more important things to do.

According to the plot of this book, it won't be long before the Regent is poisoned to death by the Emperor. His family was very close to the Regent. In the novel, a few months after the Regent's death, the Emperor looked for the reason and confiscated the entire Ministry of Revenue's residence to kill all the witnesses.

At this critical moment of life and death, why would you bother arguing with these people? You might as well earn some more money and run away quickly.

After all, it's so hard to live again, and we can't waste it no matter what.

Thinking of this, Shen Wanwan couldn't help but quicken her pace. Logically speaking, the ancient emperors would definitely not leave anyone behind when they confiscated a person's property and killed them, so there was no such thing as early escape.

But she had the possibility to create this miracle, because she also traveled through time with an extremely simple diary, and as long as she wrote in the diary every night, she would gain a little luck.

As we all know, as long as luck is stacked high, nothing is impossible.

Moreover, the population of the Ministry of Revenue's Vice Minister's Mansion is so large, several hundred people. With a lot of luck, it would be easy to escape with a slight mistake.

She took a few quick steps and soon arrived at the courtyard. She pushed the door open, lit a few candles, and sat down in front of the table, ready to start writing today's diary.

Shen Wanwan took down a modern diary from the desk that no one else could see, and with a flick of her wrist, she began to write down some of her experiences and insights from the day.

【November 8th】

[The weather today is really not very good, it is gloomy. ]

[This daughter of the Shen family is really something. She has always been targeting me. Today, she actually wanted to have some fun and rewarded me with a few taels of silver to let me wash her feet.]

[If the Regent was not going to be poisoned tonight, I would have poured the foot washing water on his face in a hurry to escape. ]

[But this regent is also quite miserable. How many problems did he help his second brother solve during the battle for the throne among the nine princes? ]

[My second brother also promised him that he would share the world with him if he became emperor, but if you think about it, which emperor would be willing to share his power equally? ]

[Even if it was true at the time, more than ten years have passed now, and people's hearts have changed. You still hold such great power, if you don't die, who will die? ]

[If I remember correctly, the Regent will be poisoned to death by the Emperor today or tomorrow.]

[And the one who poisoned him was his most trusted personal guard, which is really a bit ironic. ]

[Forget it, this is none of my business. Once the Regent dies, our Ministry of Revenue will be in trouble. I have to run away quickly.]

[Let's do it tomorrow night. I'll climb out from the south wall and then head south overnight. I should be able to save my life, right?]

Soon, a diary of several hundred words was successfully completed. Looking at the neat handwriting, Shen Wanwan nodded with satisfaction.

She didn't dare to be perfunctory. Although the diary didn't require a specific amount of writing, she could still write something in a perfunctory manner.

But based on her observations over the past few days, the more her writing was in line with her inner thoughts, the more lucky points she got.

So she still tried her best, and every word she said was her true thoughts.

As she closed the diary, she felt a mysterious aura in her body, and her body suddenly became relaxed, as if everything had become simpler.

Shen Wanwan closed her eyes and silently felt the changes in her body. She only opened her eyes and muttered to herself when it was over.

“It feels so good to have your luck increased.”

…………

Capital city, the Prince Regent’s Palace in the north city.

The Regent's slender, well-jointed fingers rhythmically tapped the table made of golden nanmu wood.

On the table, a diary exactly the same as Shen Wanwan's lay quietly, even the patterns were exactly the same.

On the desk was a diary that was exactly the same as Shen Wanwan's, even the pattern had not changed.

"Not here yet?"

The Regent spoke in a cold voice with a hint of doubt as he looked at the diary in front of him, which still had no words on it.

A few days ago, a diary appeared on his crime scene. Others could not see it, and only he could flip through it.

That movement seemed to be playing a silent piece of music, but there was a hint of anxiety in that music.

"Hasn't he come yet?" The regent's cold voice was filled with doubt. He stared at the diary without a single word on it, and a feeling of impatience spread in his heart. Diary...

He originally thought it was a blessing from heaven, but until he opened the

[November 1st, ah, there are only six days left until the Regent is poisoned to death, I have to make money and run away quickly...]

[On the second day of November, I sold all my jewelry, but only got a little over ten taels. This family really treats their concubine’s daughter badly…]

[It's the third day of the eleventh month, why hasn't the regent died yet? What kind of family are these? I am a young lady after all, but they can even bully the maids, and the head of the family and the mother don't care. I can't wait for them to be implicated and the whole family to be executed! …………]

[November 4th, the regent king should not die too late. Recently, those daughters of the emperor have seen that I am very short of money, and often spend money to humiliate me, asking me to wash my feet, learn to bark like a dog, etc., and they are very happy to make money. I can earn five or six taels a day. I will be able to run away comfortably in the future, and my life will depend on the rewards from these daughters. …………]

[November 5th, I better die soon, you are getting more and more complicated, you are almost upgrading me to hold a plate, you think I am a Border Collie! …………]

[November 6th, it doesn't matter. After all, once the regent is poisoned, everyone in the palace will be beheaded in two days. What's so good about having fun with a dead person? …………]

Each entry in the diary of these six days was short and concise, but it caused a huge stir in the Regent's heart like a blockbuster bomb.

From his worldview, he was the regent who was second only to the emperor and the emperor's younger brother. When would anyone dare to be so presumptuous in front of him? He could not imagine who could poison him.

He would have thought it was ridiculous if someone said such things under normal circumstances, but since it was something written in a diary that only he could see was invisible to others, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Just as he was panicking, the diary on the desk began to turn by itself without wind, and lines of fast and smooth handwriting began to slowly emerge on the blank pages.

It was as if an invisible hand was writing.