Good news: I transmigrated into a book and, from the start, became the Phoenix Lord, second only to the Empress and above everyone else, in The Outcast.
Bad news: It’s a melodramatic novel where everyone has been made an idiot, and I’m the ultimate tool who paves the way for the green-tea male lead.
In the Golden Hall.
The green-tea male lead: “Cough, cough, Your Majesty, it’s all my fault. I dragged Lord Gu into this.” (He sways with every step.)
Me: (rolling my eyes) That’s not how you stage a fall! He deserves an Oscar!
The deputy general I personally promoted.
She points her sword at me. “My lord, if you’re innocent, why won’t you prove it?”
Me: (heart turning cold) What a backstabber. Even a dog would be more loyal than you.
Unable to take it anymore, I quit on the spot and ran away.
Along the way, I came across a female sword cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage. She could eat a ton and had no sense of direction.
She saved me from bandits with a single sword stroke, wiped her mouth, and said, “Come with me. I’ll take care of you.”
Me: (deeply moved) Now this is what I call an immortal big sister!
Later, I heard that the Great Zhou imperial palace had descended into chaos, and the Empress was crying and begging me to come back.
Why would I go back? To be a babysitter for your giant baby of a green-tea lead?
Don’t even think about dragging me into it, thanks!
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