The Villains Blame Me for Their Bad Scripts, So I’m Forced to Set Up a Stall and Save the Emperor

Su Qingyan was a struggling author of historical political intrigue romances. To please her readers, she kept piling blessings onto her protagonists and made the villain cruel and merciless. After suffering defeat in battle, the villain Mo Jingxuan was consumed by resentment. He cursed the heavens for their injustice and vowed to make the entire world die with him! Wherever he went, he left not a soul alive! Mo Jingxuan’s resentment was so overwhelming that Su Qingyan was sucked into her own book. She wasn’t the heroine or even a supporting character, but an expendable passerby about to be caught in the city massacre Mo Jingxuan would unleash. To stop his killing and dispel the hatred in his heart, Su Qingyan immediately set up a fortune-telling stall. “Your Highness has the bearing of an emperor, destined for greatness! But your brow is darkened right now. Within three days, disaster will strike!” Mo Jingxuan grabbed her by the throat and sneered. “What kind of charlatan are you, spouting such nonsense?” Su Qingyan struggled to speak. “The bridge of your nose is tinged dark green. Someone close to you has betrayed you. There is a way out in the southeast, but beware of a petty schemer... one with high cheekbones and three whites showing in their eyes!” His grip suddenly loosened. From then on, the fallen villain had a female fortune-teller running a stall by his side. Su Qingyan used her knowledge of the plot to help him defy fate, while he relied on her to gather troops and reclaim his empire. But his gaze grew more and more complicated: from murderous to curious, and then to something dangerously possessive. Until he donned the imperial robes and held her captive beside the dragon throne, his burning breath against her ear. “My empire is yours to divine. Now tell me, where does your heart belong?”