[Hardworking, goofy junior sister x refined, proper senior brother with trust issues]
[Third-person narration]
I transmigrated into a cultivation novel as a cannon-fodder supporting female character. I diligently fawned over the male lead, Rong Jingzhi, for ages. Everyone knew I was in love with him, but I never got so much as a glance in return.
I was supposed to become jealous, frame the heroine, get stabbed by the male lead, and die unnoticed. When I deliberately ran into his sword, I saw a crack in his usually impassive expression.
My plan to fake my death by getting the male lead to kill me failed. I was resuscitated, and the System told me I had a new script.
The good news: I no longer have to be the male lead's devoted simp.
The bad news: Now I have to play the demon-spy storyline, always ready to stab the male lead in the back.
The villain found me and proposed that we team up to kill the male lead. I agreed. He said that for the sake of our grand plan, we should get married first. I agreed to that, too.
Then the male lead showed up on our wedding day and kidnapped me without a word.
I broke into a cold sweat, thinking our plan with the villain had been exposed. Instead, the male lead tore my bridal phoenix crown and robe to shreds. His gaze was sinister, and his cold fingertips climbed familiarly over my cheek.
He lowered his eyes, his voice so gentle it gave me goosebumps. "Didn't you used to like me? Don't you like me anymore?"
I said, "That's right." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his hand trembling. He must have been devastated.
Ever the professional, I didn't forget my spy mission even then. I stabbed the male lead while he wasn't paying attention and ran for it, only to be surrounded on the road by a group of demon cultivators brimming with murderous intent.
My heart pounded. Was this karma already catching up with me? Suddenly, they all fell to their knees and said, "The appointed day has arrived. We welcome the princess home."
I was speechless.
What?! Do I have to become a badass heroine now, too?
[Those who speak of love are indifferent; those who see clearly fall first]
Liu Yanbai went from being the bottom-ranked disciple of a famous sect to the rising Demon Princess and heir to the Demon Realm. When she met her former fellow disciples again, they were each fighting on different sides, and no one dared look down on her anymore.
Only the leading light of the righteous path walked past her without a second glance, then, after the dust settled, forcibly dragged her back to his sect under the astonished gazes of everyone around them.
He examined every inch of her body, his sinister gaze making it seem as if he wanted to take her apart and devour her whole.
Fair enough.
After all, she was the one who had chased the moon, only to throw it to the ground.
Theme: Love is the cure for despair.
