Jiuxianzhi

Ahcehera is a young woman FIGHTING cancer, finding comfort in the pages of her favorite sci-fi fantasy novel. She’s drawn to the villainess princess, a misunderstood character whose life is sacrificed FOR the hero and heroine’s happy ending. Ahcehera hates the unfairness of it all and wishes the princess could have a chance to live her own LIFE.

Before she can read the final chapter that seals the princess’s tragic fate, Ahcehera passes away. Her last thought is a wish to rewrite the story, never expecting it to come true.

When she wakes up, it’s not in her hospital bed but in the body of the princess herself. Thrown into a world full of political schemes, betrayal, and hidden dangers, Ahcehera is determined to change the princess’s fate. She has the story’s secrets and her own will to survive, but knowing the plot doesn’t mean it’ll be easy to change.

Then, the unexpected happens. She crosses paths with a werewolf prince, younger than her and mysteriously linked to the hero. He’s more than just a twist in the story, he might hold the key to a different ending.

As enemies close in and the lines between friend and foe blur, Ahcehera must decide. Will she stick to the script or fight for a new ending? One where both she and the princess get the happiness they deserve.

Can a story already written truly be rewritten, or is she doomed to live the same tragedy all over again?

Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess

Late at night, Richard lay in bed, his body exhausted, yet his mind restless. The dim glow of the moon seeped through the curtains, casting elongated shadows across the room.

In the quiet stillness, he could hear the faint rhythm of Ahcehera's breathing from the next room. I feel like standing next to the Princess is not enough to prove my worth.

But sleep did not come easily. I feel so unworthy sometimes... I feel like I shouldn't be the person that's meant to grow old with her... That I'm not fitted for her.

Memories, ones that did not belong to him, kept invading his mind, appearing in fragments, like scattered pieces of a puzzle desperately trying to assemble themselves.

They drifted into his consciousness unbidden, foreign yet hauntingly familiar. All those dreams, of a person she was with, made me feel bitter and small. I am insecure...

A Dream