I Wrote the Story, I Transmigrated Into It, and I Call the Shots

(Transmigrate into a book + absolute ruler + taking madness to the extreme + everyone’s favorite + personal space + a touch of ensemble cast)

After years of writing, Li Huang had never quite made a name for herself.

She steeled herself, abandoned the conventional plot completely, and began writing a story that was utterly deranged, with every character a villain.

In the story, the emperor is debauched and cruel, abducting young women to fill his harem.

The empress secretly keeps over a hundred handsome young men, carousing night after night and bringing shame to the imperial palace.

The imperial consorts have six sons and two daughters between them, but only one son and one daughter are the emperor’s children.

The seven-year-old crown prince has been manipulated into wishing for the emperor’s early death. He even poisons him.

Yet among all the madness in the court, the most evil, most deranged, and most hated character is someone else...

The male and female leads seem like good people, but in truth they’ll stop at nothing to get what they want.

When the story went live, the backlash was deafening. The comments overflowed with curses, including countless readers wishing she’d transmigrate into the book and die horribly, be displayed at the city gate, and then be torn apart by five horses.

Li Huang didn’t care one bit.

So what if the comments were full of hate? She was making a fortune, sitting alone at the top of the reading charts, and smashing every record. In high spirits, she was on her way to the celebration banquet.

The next second, the world spun around her.

She had transmigrated into her own story, as the person most deserving of death.

But it didn’t matter. It was her book.