I transmigrated into a quick transmigration world as a vicious female supporting character, and planned to lie flat until I turned twenty-nine, until the System exploded in my mind: "Host failed today's mission to snatch the protagonist's spirit jade. The countdown to the Heavenly Dao's backlash has been shortened to age twenty-eight years and 364 days."
What?
Villains have to meet KPIs now?
By day, I'm cold and sharp-tongued, tormenting the green tea girls. In private, I hide in the herb room and count the luck points the System rewards me with. I scold Mu Xingchen for meddling, then turn around and slip the candied fruit I made into his tea.
This Heavenly Dao script is such a trap. I'll defy fate!
Watch me use poison and disguises to stir up trouble, and trade luck points for fragments of my memories. A curse that says I'll die suddenly at twenty-nine?
Ha! My fate, Su Qingxue's, isn't for the Heavenly Dao to decide.
