Qu Nian, a top psychology expert, died suddenly.
In the instant before her death, she was still wondering why all the supporting characters in that novel had suddenly been written so badly. How could the author have ruined them like that?
Then she opened her eyes and found herself transmigrated into a book as a talentless cannon-fodder senior sister.
Other people transmigrate into a book to defy fate and survive by keeping their heads down.
Qu Nian transmigrates into a book and thinks, Oh? A new source of fun!
Qu Nian loves reading, but loves playing even more. After all, she read novels for fun in the first place. If she transmigrated into one and didn't have fun, what would be the point?
In the fifteen years since she transmigrated into the book, she hasn't done much else.
She tamed the Abyss-Clearing Sword Venerable, her master Shen Jinglan, who had taken her in, until he became a canary who recognized only her.
Those hands that never trembled while holding a sword couldn't even hold an umbrella steady for her.
She'd enjoyed fifteen years of smooth sailing, only to be locked away for three years by an unreasonable little tower inside her soul just before she was about to attain the Dao.
When she woke, her canary of a master was presenting the apprentice tea and taking Lin Ruoxue, the fated heroine, as his disciple.
Fine. Fine.
If playing this game with the fated heroine wasn't going to satisfy her, then nobody was playing.
The bird I raised made a mistake, so it deserves to be punished.
Everyone thought the fated heroine had come to steal her reputation and her place.
But why did she look at me with more madness than the canary I'd raised for fifteen years?
It didn't matter, though. Qu Nian spun her bracelet around one finger, a wicked smile in her eyes.
She simply thought it was fun to watch people go mad over her.
“The bird I raised is still mine, even if I break its wings.”
“The person I set my sights on is mine, no matter how far they run.”
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