The day Su Tang was transmigrated into a cultivation novel as the vicious female supporting character, she discovered one thing:
This world had "rules."
Never look back at the third quarter of the midnight hour.
Never eat anything given to you by a stranger.
Accept someone else's spirit jade, and you must take their tribulation for them.
The original heroine knelt before her, eyes red-rimmed. "Senior Sister, I really didn't mean to break your spirit jade..."
According to the script, she was supposed to fly into a rage, shove the heroine, and earn a black mark from the male lead and his companions, who would "just happen" to be passing by.
Su Tang smiled.
She crouched down and leaned close to the heroine's ear.
"Pull a stunt like this again, and I'll turn the story of how your mother climbed into the sect leader's bed into a little song and sing it in the market for three days and three nights."
The heroine's pupils contracted.
Su Tang stood up and patted her cheek.
"Good girl. Go tell your male leads..."
"I'm done playing this game."
But she hadn't expected this world to be even crazier than she'd imagined.
The boy who was supposed to die in the very first chapter stood before her, alive and well, his gaze deep and unfathomable.
"You... have changed too, haven't you?"
And even crazier still...
She discovered that before losing her memories, she had personally written down every rule in this world.
And those rules existed for one purpose only: to conceal a crime.
A crime she herself had committed.
