After I Transmigrated into a Book, the Holy Monk Turned Dark

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Ye Li transmigrates into a melodramatic, angst-filled novel, becoming the female villain who recklessly causes trouble, is hated by everyone, and desperately wants the saintly monk.

System: "You have to be willful and spoiled, then turn completely evil because your love goes unreturned and become the female villain. In the end, the Buddha's chosen one will enlighten you, you'll lay down your weapons, and sacrifice yourself for him, becoming a tool that helps him attain enlightenment."

When she plays the frail, calculating little white flower, she weakly tugs at the male lead's sleeve. "Master, you can save the whole world. Could you save me too?"

Male lead: "All right."

Ye Li: So he really is a saint.

When her love goes unreturned and she goes mad with love, she pins the male lead against a wall and nervously kisses him. "After today, you're mine. Nothing you say will change that."

Monk: "Very well."

Ye Li: Very well? What does that even mean?

Later, just as she is about to make a graceful exit from the story under the combined assault of the immortals and return to her hometown, the saintly, aloof Buddha's chosen one, covered in blood and consumed by rage, turns into a demon and forcibly stops time throughout the entire world.

"A Li, if you leave, I'll destroy this world."

Blurb for "The Oriole in My Palm"

(I)

The land is in chaos, and the old emperor is muddleheaded and consumed by desire. He squanders the people's wealth and builds lavishly to please his newly arrived consort.

The people rage and complain, cursing the Su family's daughter as a fox spirit reborn and a harbinger of ruin.

The Crown Prince, Li Che, is flawless as jade, as elegant as an orchid and a tree. With a brush, he can set the world in order; with a flag, he can command armies and shake the mountains and rivers. Officials and commoners alike pin their fervent hopes on him to bring the Great Zhou back to greatness.

At a grand banquet attended by the court, the fox-spirit consort sways her slender waist and offers the Crown Prince a crystal goblet with her delicate fingers. Her misty eyes, alluring as fine hooks, seem to have something to say, yet hesitate.

Even the monks chanting prayers for blessings lose their composure.

The old emperor is ill, but he hasn't breathed his last yet. Is the consort already unable to restrain herself?

The important ministers of the court can't stand watching, and secretly condemn the calamity of a woman, saying the realm cannot be stable until she's gone.

Fortunately, the Crown Prince is upright and composed, as solemn and detached as ever, and remains unmoved.

(II)

The only daughter of the Su family is not only peerlessly beautiful and captivating, but also has a voice as melodious as a nightingale.

She has been cherished by her family since childhood, and was betrothed early to the young man she grew up with.

But an imperial edict forces Su Muyan into the palace. She has heard that the old emperor's moods are unpredictable, and none of the women who enter his bedchamber ever leave unscathed.

Every day, Su Muyan lives in fear, walking on eggshells. She hopes that one day she can seize a chance to escape the deep palace and live quietly among the people with her childhood sweetheart.

She has heard that the noble and virtuous Crown Prince cares for all under heaven. Though she knows he dislikes her, Su Muyan has no choice but to fuss over him and show him concern at every turn, just to stay alive.

Not long afterward, the emperor dies, and Su Muyan finds a way out of her desperate situation. Before the Crown Prince can return in triumph, she sneaks out of the palace with the palace attendants and leaves with her childhood sweetheart.

On their wedding night, thousands of cavalry suddenly storm the courtyard gates. Four arrows rain down from above, pinning her husband's limbs to the wall.

The Crown Prince, clad in cold iron and covered in blood, walks up to her with murderous intent lurking in his eyes.

The man slowly wipes the blood from her cheek and asks with a smile that is not quite a smile:

"Little oriole, always trying to escape and never doing as you're told. Should I break your legs and clip your wings too?"

#Possessive Love# The male lead is a gentle, refined gentleman at first, then becomes a deranged, obsessive yandere

#Chasing His Wife to the Crematorium# 1v1, both virgins, happy ending

Theme: The world belongs to all, and the great path must be followed with unwavering dedication