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

The golden sun of Cresencia bathed the vast landscape in a warm glow, yet the air between Ahcehera and Richard remained cold and distant.

She had hoped that a day spent in her pocket dimension, away from Agartha or Sirius' conflicts, away from the dark energy spreading through the galaxy, would help Richard regain himself.

Richard stayed by her side, moving when she moved, watching when she stopped, but never once did he speak.

His once expressive violet eyes were unreadable, clouded with something she couldn't decipher. It was as if he were present yet absent all at once, a shadow of the man she knew.

Ahcehera stole a glance at him as they walked through the lush, endless fields.

The flowers around them swayed gently in the breeze, but Richard's silver-white hair remained eerily still. His entire presence felt too controlled, too restrained.

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