When Cannon Fodder Gains the Ability to Read Minds

Ye Ting has transmigrated, and her situation is dire.

Her identity is that of a low-level NPC who, barely after entering the Crown Prince’s manor, dares to stir up trouble.

As a disposable tool, she’s meant to be emotionless and recklessly self-destructive.

Upon learning the truth, Ye Ting’s tears fall uncontrollably: Help me up, I can still fix this!

The Crown Prince is elegant, noble, and sickly—seemingly unfit for responsibility, a perfect cannon fodder character, easy to fool.

Ye Ting decides to beg for forgiveness with dramatic tears.

But then, she suddenly hears a dark, amused inner voice.

[How beautifully she cries.]

…?

[Too bad it’s fake. Deserves death. So pitiful. Where should I start?]

"……"

Ye Ting stiffly raises her head, meeting the gentle, compassionate gaze of the Crown Prince seated above.

This is fucking terrifying.

# When an NPC unlocks a high-level (terrifying) skill

# The Crown Prince still hasn’t died today—his luck is insane. In the battle for the throne, I’m betting on him

————Mini Theater————

One day.

Ye Ting twists her ankle and can’t walk a step.

The Crown Prince carries her on his back, trudging slowly through the snow.

Pressed against him, she catches a faint whisper of his thoughts.

[Does this count as growing old together?]

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Delicate but occasionally horror-movie-worthy sickly Crown Prince vs. Hardworking, stress-ridden nobody just trying to survive