Entering the world of the Red Mansion, he is a prince unrecognized by his father.

On the day he first meets his father, he asks, "Your Majesty, do you remember Jiang Xuelian by Xuanwu Lake that year?" Father, you are unwilling to acknowledge me as your prince, but I insist you do.

Father, you are unwilling to pass the throne to me, but I insist you do.

I love the golden hairpin, but I love the land even more.

Xiao Jin transmigrated into a melodramatic angst-filled novel as a cannon fodder side character.

A strange woman who was disabled, disguised herself as a man, and obsessed with the male lead.

None of that mattered though, because she wouldn’t survive more than three chapters.

The cannon fodder was the third prince of the current dynasty—an accomplished war hero with a fearsome reputation that spanned the empire. Enemy armies trembled at the sound of his name. He was known as the “Ghost Rakshasa.”

Yet this god of war was gravely injured and crippled, coughing up blood after taking just a few steps.

He also developed tuberculosis and hovered on the edge of death.

There was only one reason for this: it was an angst novel. The male lead was the Crown Prince, and the female lead was a fallen princess from a ruined nation.

The cannon fodder’s only role was to destroy the heroine’s country, then die beautifully.

At this moment, Xiao Jin stared at her ruined legs and the pool of blood she had just coughed up. Her mental state completely collapsed.

She kindly told the butler to prepare a coffin—she’d lie down soon.

Then the mechanical voice of a system rang out.

“Warning! Host’s life has only 48 hours remaining. Please complete the first task as soon as possible to extend your lifespan.”

“Task 1: Interrupt the wedding — forcibly marry the heroine who is about to wed the second male lead.”

“Friendly reminder: Only after completing all tasks and getting killed by the heroine, Chu Shao, will your life countdown stop and you can return to your original world.”

Xiao Jin was silent.

In her mind, she pictured a terminally ill cancer patient in a wheelchair dramatically crashing the heroine’s wedding.

“…”

Xiao Jin: “Can I choose death instead?”

System: “Nope, Host.”

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After many twists and turns, Xiao Jin finally completed all the tasks.

That day, the sky was vast and clear, autumn geese flew south.

Chu Shao stepped over the corpses of cannon fodder and returned to her homeland, ascending the throne in glory.

The whole empire bowed before her.

Xiao Jin, in prison robes, sat in a wheelchair, escorted by imperial guards, looking up at the new empress.

She was content.

Everything was ready—now she just needed Chu Shao to kill her.

Empress Chu Shao, with unparalleled beauty, stood with twelve ceremonial tassels hanging from her crown. Sword in hand, she descended the steps and gazed gently at Xiao Jin.

Just when Xiao Jin thought she was about to be stabbed through the heart, Chu Shao raised her sword and slit the throat of the imperial guard beside her.

The rest of the guards turned pale and fell to their knees.

Chu Shao, hands dripping with blood, crouched in front of Xiao Jin. As though gazing up at a deity, she stared at her for a long time.

She placed the bloodied sword aside and said in a trembling voice:

“Don’t leave me.”

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[IMPORTANT WARNINGS!!]

1. While the tone of the story is marked as lighthearted, some parts are definitely not.

2. Chapters 138–140 and 77–80 involve side couples and previous-generation characters. They’re melodramatic, not pure (non-virgin), and written to tie together the story’s logic—please read the author’s notes for context before purchasing.

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How to Enjoy This Story:

1. This is a cathartic fantasy story set in an alternate world—historical accuracy is not the goal.

2. The female lead, Chu Shao, is a yandere and mentally unstable. The system doesn’t do much—Xiao Jin mostly survives by being awesome.

3. The ending has a twist, but it’s a happy one. Timeline explanations are in the author’s note for Chapter 175.

Tags: Strong leads | Transmigration | Gender disguise | Cathartic read | Light tone

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Xiao Jin

Chu Shao

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One-sentence summary: Don’t leave me.

Theme: Though physically broken, the will remains unyielding. Charge forward with courage.

[Playing with memes + abstract + crazy writing + relaxed daily life + invincible + no official CP, just random stuff]

Jiang Miao: Let go of the desire to help others and laugh at the fate of others.

But then again, as long as the money is in place, I can help you stab your destiny!

Jiang Miao cheated on three gods, fled to the mortal world after the crime was exposed, and pretended to be the daughter of Xuanyuan Hou Mansion but lost her memory.

The Marquis's Mansion fell into such decline that it was almost stripped of its title. It was she who secretly performed rituals to change its fortunes and revive the Mansion.

As a result, as soon as the real daughter came back, she was kicked out of the marquis's mansion and left with nothing.

The whole capital was laughing at Jiang Miao.

Looking at the black fog covering the Marquis' Mansion, she smiled crookedly: You are too happy too early!

After she stopped being a rich lady, Jiang Miao's life became insane.

She tells fortunes, catches ghosts, and digs up ancestral graves; she beats people, quarrels with them, and deceives the emperor. The whole capital is going crazy with her!

As the saying goes, if I have a bowl of rice to eat, you will have a bowl to wash. The children of the powerful and wealthy compete to be my younger brothers.

By the time the Jiang family, who were in dire straits and had come to their senses, begged her to return home, she had become everyone's darling in the capital.

The Xuanyuanhou family finally understood that without Jiang Miao they were nothing.

The Marquis and his entire family hanged themselves to force Jiang Miao to return home.

Jiang Miao smiled and kicked over the stool under their feet: As long as I have no morals, morality cannot hold me hostage.

She was too happy too soon, the gods were chasing her with swords in hand...

One day, three gods stopped her with stern faces: Choose one, or you will die together!

Jiang•滚刀肉•苗: Love is too tiring, let’s become sworn brothers.

Note: The heroine loves to make money, please do not enter if you don’t like it.

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(Not a time-travel story, not a reincarnation story, no cheat codes; not a wish-fulfillment story, ensemble piece. Setting: Fictional world.)

One day, he transmigrated into the world of *Dream of the Red Chamber*, becoming Jia Huan, a despised little kitten. He was coldly treated by his grandmother, schemed against by his stepmother, and disliked by his brothers. Even his own sister, Tan Chun, looked down on him, lamenting that Bao Yu wasn't her biological brother. So be it. The books Bao Yu refused to read, Jia Huan would read. The essays Bao Yu refused to write, Jia Huan would write. The fame and fortune Bao Yu didn't want to pursue, Jia Huan would strive for. His stepmother was a noblewoman, so he would use his literary talent to win her a first-rank imperial title. —Later. On the day of his successful examination, parading through the streets, his cousin from the Lin family of Yangzhou arrived in her sedan chair. Lin Daiyu lightly lifted the beaded curtain, glancing sideways, and saw a young man in a crimson robe, his eyes bright as stars. Daiyu: I knew my grandmother's mansion had a magical jade pendant; seeing it today, I know the rumors are true…

Liu Meng, a modern man, suddenly gains the ability to travel between two worlds and possesses a talent similar to plant photosynthesis! Originally, he only wanted to achieve financial freedom through buying and selling, but unexpectedly, relying on his talent, he reaches the pinnacle of martial arts! However, this is only the beginning! Modern Earth, with its advanced technological civilization, has already spawned various superpowered beings. Beneath the Great Ming world, a hidden civilization of cultivation...

Jiang Yang traveled back to 1957, and at the beginning, he had to discuss with others how to design a tractor without the memory of his original body... After finally getting through the crisis, he just wanted to live a stable life, but he found out that he was a returned student with a questionable identity. There was no other way. In order not to be suspected, Jiang Yang had to keep producing results to prove himself. As a result, he accidentally overexerted himself and was called by his superiors to start building tanks, thus starting the legend of China's military industry!

In 1883, on the blood-and-fire western frontier, the Dutton family embarked on a westward journey: veteran James protected his family, rebellious daughter Elsa sought freedom, and precocious teenager Tom tamed the fierce green mule "Loach," struggling to survive amidst bandit raids and the desolate wilderness. Armed with covered wagons and lever-action rifles, they enforced an ironclad law between gallows-lined towns and vast grasslands: tame the wilderness or be devoured by it.

Zhai Yuan is reborn in Hong Kong in the 1980s, and through a series of maneuvers, he successfully makes himself a pariah.

"The film industry doesn't welcome you; your new films won't be scheduled for release."

"Everyone knows real estate is the most profitable business now, and you want to go into manufacturing? You're crazy!"

"If you don't even respect them, no one will dare to support you if you continue like this!"

...

Years later, Zhai Yuan looked at the black-and-white portraits of his rivals and couldn't help but sigh:

I can't take anything with me when I die, except my karma.

What a tragedy!

Arthur Thorne rose from his throne of brass, corpses, and pipes, donning a crown forged from alchemy, steam, and blood, and taking up the scythe entwined with fate. He looked up. The twinkling stars in the sky were all enemies. But before that... Arthur Thorne, newly transported, faced a grave problem: how to hollow out his body and survive when alchemy, medicine, and conventional supernatural powers proved ineffective.