The moment the birthday candle was blown out, Yang Tianqing found herself inside a tragic novel as its female lead.

As a transmigrator, her mission was to follow the original plot, endure a pitiful fate, assist the Crown Prince in defeating the villainess Qi Yunshu, and then be cruelly discarded by him with her body and soul shattered.

She was the ninety-ninth host. The previous ninety-eight had all failed, eliminated before completing their mission… by the hands of Qi Yunshu.

No one had ever survived her.

Born unloved by her parents, Qi Yunshu grew up wandering and alone. Branded a cursed star, she was known for her ruthless cruelty. Every host that came before Yang Tianqing had died at her hands.

Yang Tianqing’s journey began in the middle of the Crown Prince’s birthday banquet. The system in her mind was frantically urging her to start the mocking scene from the original plot by taunting Qi Yunshu.

With a wicked smile, Yang Tianqing raised her wine cup from her seat beside the Crown Prince. She toasted across the table to his greatest rival, to that face so breathtaking it made people forget to breathe.

“The Fifth Princess is so beautiful, I might just fall for her.”

The hall erupted.

Yang Tianqing had just flirted in full view of everyone with the Crown Prince’s sworn enemy.

At the center of the storm, Qi Yunshu slowly lifted her gaze. For a moment, her expression faltered. Then her icy mask returned. It was as though this farce had nothing to do with her.

System: Host! Follow the plot or face punishment!

Yang Tianqing looked up with indifference. “Why not punish me now, then?”

System: …

…

At the birthday banquet, Qi Yunshu suddenly discovered something shocking.

She could hear the thoughts of the Crown Prince’s intended consort.

Countless memories surged into her mind.

If she wasn’t mistaken, this was her ninety-ninth life.

In all her previous lives, Yang Tianqing would have followed the same pattern. She should have taunted her next.

“The Fifth Princess is so beautiful, I might just fall for her.”

Instead of the expected insult, it was praise.

Qi Yunshu blinked, but her calm returned quickly.

She had always feared Yang Tianqing’s face, whether in life or in death. This life felt different.

This outsider seemed driven by a powerful death wish. And she kept drawing closer to her.

That woman always smiled, but her inner voice was steeped in sorrow.

Qi Yunshu lowered her eyes. “A soul unable to save herself wants to save me. How laughable.”

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