I Became the Senior Disciple and a Mom Without the Pain

Tan Zunyue transmigrated into a book. She had all the standard attributes of a female protagonist: 1. As the senior disciple, she was a once-in-a-generation prodigy. 2. Her master was the leader of the greatest of the three major sects. 3. Her junior brothers and sisters were all ridiculously good-looking. In theory, there was no way she could take a winning hand and ruin it completely. But Tan Zunyue had read the original novel and knew that her master's youngest disciple was the real female lead, a transmigrator like herself. Tan Zunyue was just a supporting character who'd die young. To survive, she came up with this plan: 1. Don't let romance take over your brain. Why pine after the male lead, your master? Wouldn't it feel better to practice swordsmanship and improve yourself? 2. Take good care of the junior sister. Make sure she feels the warm, loving glow of a big sister. Be sisters, not rivals in love! 3. Use a firm hand to raise good junior brothers and sisters. Get stronger as soon as possible and prepare for the sect tournament. Otherwise, the whole sect will be wiped out, and who will be there to protect you? Tan Zunyue's plan was foolproof. As long as nothing went wrong, she could easily live to be 999 or older. But one day, her junior sister showed up at her door, terribly anxious. She tearfully poured out her troubles, then casually dumped a little kid on her before running off with the demonic lord, the second male lead. Tan Zunyue: ??? What the hell! The second male lead! A kid! Just as she stood there, stunned and expressionless, the corner of her mouth twitching, someone tugged at her sleeve. Tan Zunyue looked down. A little boy with rosy cheeks and bright eyes stood there with his hands behind his back like a tiny adult, speaking awkwardly: "Yue'er, I'll be relying on you for a while." Huh? That was her master's voice! Looking closer, this was literally a shrunken version of her master! "It's a long story. For now, don't call me Master in public. I'll... graciously be your son for a while." "..." Ha. Hahaha. A seven-year-old child born out of wedlock? Tan Zunyue pinched her philtrum with lightning speed and closed her eyes peacefully. Just let me die. Right now. (smiles) Theme: Treat others kindly, and they will treat you kindly in return.