After the Original Heroine Tore Up the Script

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Synopsis:

In old-school tragic romances,

the original heroines are often born to noble families and are gentle and kind,

but because of the plot, they are repeatedly heartbroken and tormented by scumbag men, their sincere feelings trampled into the dirt, and their fates ending in misery and tragedy.

But what if one day they awakened to their own agency?

Naturally, they would trample the scumbags, tear up the script, and begin a new chapter of their lives.

Short scenes:

Before the mortal girl Yun Ruo had her eyes gouged out, the last thing she saw was the Heavenly Realm's Crown Prince, his face cold and indifferent. "All you've lost is a pair of eyes. Zijing, on the other hand, has had her pride broken. Yun Ruo, be good and listen."

While Jing Rong was alive, she was bullied and abused, and no one stood up for her.

After her death, everyone mourned her. They stepped over her bones to make a name for themselves and climb even higher.

The eldest daughter of the Shen family was covered in bruises, her clothes torn.

Her fiance tenderly lifted her face. "Yuanyuan, it was my fault. From now on, I'll protect you."

At dusk, the Southern Border's Saintess knelt in blood and mud.

Her beloved held up a torch, his face alight with satisfaction. "Lan Ying, thank you."

The clown was sent tumbling off the Immortal Execution Platform, reduced to ashes.

As for the Third Prince of the Heavenly Realm, who had promised to stay by her side through all the mountains and seas,

the snow-skinned goddess with raven hair curled her lips in disdain. "It's a shame your true love means nothing to me."

At midnight, Jing Rong leapt from a high-rise.

After selling her soul to the devil, she had no weaknesses and needed no salvation.

She had been waiting for someone all along, hoping to see him one more time.

Because the umbrella in the rain that night was the only light in her bleak life.

In an abandoned warehouse,

the eldest daughter of the Shen family pressed a gun to the ringleader's forehead,

and impatiently urged them on. "What are you waiting for? Weren't you going to use him to threaten me? Shoot! Otherwise, my hand might slip..."

The henchmen who had been turned into hostages stared at one another.

Several sprays of blood suddenly burst across the handsome man's body as he was held face-down on the ground.

Red threads fluttered between the Saintess's fingers.

Facing her beloved, his body pierced through with red threads and his eyes wide with terror,

she smiled pleasantly as ever. "Sanlang, isn't this the eternal life you've always longed for? Come, soon you'll get your wish."

Behind her, rivers of blood flowed and corpses littered the ground.

Reader's Guide:

1. The story starts low and rises high. The heroine has a very upright moral compass.

2. Our motto is: Flowers don't belong in cow dung. The scumbag men can bleed and weep in the crematorium, while the heroine shines on her own.

3. I was starving for this kind of story, so I wrote it myself. No unsolicited writing advice, please.

4. After signing with a publisher, updates will be six chapters a week, with ten chapters a day on weekends.

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Everyone says Changming Sword Venerable Jiang Li is selfish, cold-blooded, and violent by nature.

Though born with a sword bone and destined for an easy path if she applied herself,

she chose to waste her gifts and side with the demons.

No one knows she was once a gentle, kind girl.

Lord Hengshan saved her from hardship, defied everyone's objections to bring her to Cangwu Mountain, and taught her the Dao. So she trained tirelessly, day and night, becoming a Nascent Soul at nineteen.

In her thirteen years as a disciple, she remembered everyone's birthdays and preferences.

She would even light a lamp for them on moonlit nights.

But the Sword Sect's junior sister, Yang Xue, was dazzlingly beautiful, skilled at the flute, and fond of white robes.

She was the eternal white moonlight in everyone's heart,

and the one Lord Hengshan cherished most.

Jiang Li was nothing but a medicinal catalyst, and they schemed to take every last drop of her blood and bone marrow.

The day she formed her Nascent Soul would be the day her soul was destroyed.

Her junior brother blocked her way, and her senior brother broke her leg.

Jiang Li finally understood: her entire life had never been worth anything.

But she could not accept that.

They treated her like grass and discarded her like an old shoe.

So she would become their most treasured possession, then grind them beneath her feet until they were reduced to mud.

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So she crawled out of the endless abyss and schemed her way to the top, finally getting what she wanted.

Everything she once longed for was now hers.

She broke her senior brother's limbs, leaving him unable to live or die.

Her junior brother declared his intentions by taking his own life, just to see her one last time. She couldn't care less.

The once-arrogant Lord Hengshan knelt before her, begging her to spare the sect out of regard for their past.

The snow-skinned goddess with raven hair took a step back,

her expression scornful. "You're joking, Immortal Lord. I cultivate the Unfeeling Dao. How could someone without a heart feel affection?"

Yet someone always stood behind her, holding an umbrella over her.

Fang Rugu watched their intimacy and saw all her ferocity melt into tenderness. He regretted everything, but it was too late.

And so the mighty Sword Sect fell in a single day.

Lord Hengshan Fang Rugu's reputation was ruined beyond repair.

Everyone knew him as a hypocrite, faithless and ungrateful.

The world no longer had Sword Sect disciples, and Changming Mountain's students were scattered across the land.

Three months later, Changming Sword Immortal Jiang Li married Feng Jun Hua Zui,

and invited guests from all over the world to celebrate among mortals.

At the other end of the red silk, the young man gazed at her tenderly and softly called her A Yao.

She gathered her skirts and ran joyfully toward her beloved,

confessing all her hidden love amid a hall full of honored guests.

-A hall full of flowers intoxicates three thousand guests; one sword's frost chills the fourteen continents.

Theme: Stand on your own two feet. Relying on yourself can still lead to a bright and beautiful future.