The title is wrong: this is not quick transmigration, but transmigrate into a book
[One true pairing + transmigrate into a book + dark fairy tale + redemption + reverse disguise]
Qinghuan complained about the author abandoning the story mid-serial. When she opened her eyes again, she had become the witch in the fairy-tale novel Sleeping Wings: the villainess who curses the princess from the start and ends up sacrificed.
The original witch had resented the magic mirror for declaring the princess the fairest of all. But when she saw what the princess looked like, she was crushed. She seized an opportunity and successfully cursed her, but the princess was favored by the God of Light. Thinking of the witch’s fate, Qinghuan felt a lump in her throat.
A gloomy forest, a huge vat bubbling with poisonous foam, a pure-black talking raven, and a strange way of life.
Not knowing whether she could ever return, Qinghuan had planned to avoid the plot and keep her head down. Then a System suddenly appeared, one that could turn villains into heroes.
The System offered her two choices.
One: complete the missions, go home, and receive a bonus of one hundred million.
Two: expose the fairy tale’s secrets and receive one wish, plus a bonus of one billion.
It was obvious which one she would choose.
In between missions, she couldn’t resist the temptation of that gorgeous, pure-hearted beauty. After all, who wouldn’t want to be the CEO?
But the plot seemed to be going off the rails.
Fortunately, the ending stayed the same: the princess and the prince still ended up together.
- Little Scene -
She said casually, “If one day I leave...”
The air fell silent for a few seconds.
Wen Jiu was cutting an apple for her. The knife never stopped.
“Where would you go?”
Qinghuan coughed. “I mean, if I went alone.”
He lifted his beautiful eyes. The smile in them remained unchanged, gentle as moonlight rippling across a still lake.
“It would be us.”
“Qinghuan, wherever you want to go, I’ll go with you. But if you were going alone...”
Wen Jiu offered her a piece of apple, his smile unchanged.
“That thing isn’t taking you anywhere.”
