“Lin Yue, do you know your crime?”
A sharp shout exploded beside my ear. I jolted awake, and the dazzling light made me instinctively raise a hand to shield my eyes.
When my vision cleared, I froze. This wasn’t my bedroom, but a grand hall with an old-world feel, crowded with people dressed in ancient robes. I was kneeling right in the middle of it.
“Lin Yue, I’m speaking to you.” The voice rang out again, low and commanding, leaving no room for defiance.
I looked up and saw a man seated on the dais in a black robe. His brows were like swords, his eyes bright as stars, and his handsome face was as cold as ice.
His slender fingers tapped the armrest. Each tap seemed to strike a nerve.
Wait... Lin Yue? A black robe? Wasn’t this the scene from The Long Road to Immortality, the novel I stayed up all night finishing?
I, Lin Yue, an ordinary office worker, had transmigrated into a book? And not just any character, but the cannon-fodder villainess who got run through the heart by the male lead after three chapters?
In the original story, Lin Yue was a maid serving the Demon Sect’s Holy Maiden. Jealous of the special attention the Holy Maiden showed the male lead, she secretly poisoned him. When she was found out, the male lead killed her on the spot, leaving not even a whole corpse.
And now, I was right in the middle of my trial!
My mind raced, the original plot flashing clearly through my head. According to the story, I was supposed to break down in tears, confess my crime, and then get sent on my way by the male lead’s sword...
“Lin Yue, why aren’t you speaking?” The man seated on the dais, the male lead of the book, Xiao Linyuan, frowned slightly, a hint of impatience in his eyes.
I took a deep breath...
