Chapter 33: Discovering the Book Transmigration

Chapter 33: Discovering Transmigration into a Book

"I was looking at your face."

The eldest sister frowned and muttered under her breath.

"Clearly, we were both meatballs ladled from the same pot. I've looked left and right and still can't figure out what you lack compared to me. You've already grown into the world's number one beauty, so how is it that you've also developed an extra 'obsession with love'? This isn't scientific!"

Jiang Han, who had been feeling a bit uneasy, immediately relaxed when she heard her eldest sister rambling nonsense again.

So it's not my problem—it's just that big sis is having one of her episodes again today. Why panic then?

With practiced ease, she moved to a neither-too-close-nor-too-far distance, crouched down, and blinked her big eyes as she watched her sister's antics. There was no need to get involved; just preventing any accidents was enough. After all, her sister could entertain herself just fine.

Jiang Wan's eyes followed her sister, observing the scrawny little thing, like a chick, up, down, left, and right. It was really hard to convince herself that her second sister was the tragic female lead from that so-called "masterpiece."

Aside from these bright, beautiful eyes, what exactly did her second sister possess that qualified her for the lofty role of a female lead in a tragic romance novel?

The already hyperactive thoughts in her head dragged Jiang Wan into those churning memories.

In her previous life, as a well-rounded, idealistic young person who grew up robustly under the righteous light of socialism, she had an extremely strong sense of justice and morality, among other noble qualities. That was why, while strolling by the river, she had extended a rescue attempt to someone who had fallen into the water.

Who would have thought that, in the end, the other person would treat her as a parting gift on their way to rebirth?

That bastard, while flailing desperately for some unknown reason, suddenly sank at the very moment they were about to reach the shore, pulling her down with them. Together, they sank helplessly to the river bottom. When she opened her eyes again, she had become the village simpleton of Jianghe Village.

At first, she thought she had gotten a rural life novel script. Later, she estimated she might have entered a household drama novel track. It wasn't until today, at the Old Li's house, when she heard so many familiar names, that she vaguely realized something was off.

So, after all this time, she hadn't been reborn into some two-dimensional alternate world—instead, as luck would have it, she had transmigrated into a book!

Why was she so sure?

Because, to hell with it, this book was the so-called "divine" trash novel she had just logged off from the rant forum before going out to cool off!

The title:

"The Domineering Prince's Fierce Love!"

Just listen—what a downright insane title! Without at least eight to ten years of brain thrombosis, no one could have written such an over-the-top melodramatic piece of work!

What was it roughly about?

The male lead, the sixth prince of the court, was a poor little thing in the palace.

Who knows why, but in these melodramatic stories, the male lead must inevitably have a childhood where his father doesn't care, his mother is absent, and his siblings kick him around—the classic tragic but strong and beautiful hero archetype.

After struggling through life, he encounters an assassination attempt while handling affairs outside. And, of course, he must coincidentally be saved by an extremely beautiful young girl who just happens to pass by at the exact right time and coincidentally has a kind heart.

Well, if nothing goes wrong, this poor unfortunate soul would probably be her second sister.

The female lead and male lead fall in love at first sight, no surprise there. Their brains seem to have been chewed over by a dog ten times over, easily deceived by sweet words.

Of course, along the way, they must act as recklessly and slowly as possible.

Then, after giving their hearts and souls only to end up dead, they take a look.

Hey, stunned.

Turns out, the male lead already has an emperor-bestowed fiancée.

Exciting, right?

But it's fine—the male lead has tricks up his sleeve!

He can coax, deceive, and with deep affection weep while persuading the female lead, the rightful daughter of a duke's household, to tearfully become his secondary wife.

Of course, this isn't even the most absurd part.

Classic early-era novel male and female leads?

Everyone who knows, knows.

Without going through some misunderstandings, miscarriages, heartbreak, or even the deaths of a few grandparents, parents, or siblings, they'd generally be too embarrassed to greet other male and female leads.

So, unsurprisingly, the female lead's entire family of cannon fodder ended up sacrificing themselves for her ridiculous obsession with love!

Jiang Wan habitually grimaced.

Jiang second sister—is she asking for a beating?

She shot her sister another not-so-friendly look, making Jiang Han shudder all over. She couldn't help but feel that big sis's bout of madness today seemed... well, not like a good kind of illness.

Looking at the timid little girl in front of her, Jiang Wan ultimately silently averted her gaze. This one hasn't grown an obsession with love yet—beating her probably wouldn't do any good.

She blinked irritably.

So, in summary: she had transmigrated into a book. That's the current situation.

Good news: the female lead is her sister.

Bad news: this is a fucking tragic romance novel.

Even worse news: she herself didn't even score the role of the villainess in this peerless good book. She was just a limited-appearance, unlucky fool who accidentally stumbled upon the male lead scheming and was directly pinned to death in her own pond by that bastard.

Damn, these times are truly chaotic—what kind of piece of trash can be pulled out to serve as a male lead!

It was when she read this part that Jiang Wan couldn't help but skim through the ending. She discovered that the female lead, that idiot, unsurprisingly died, leaving the male lead, that scumbag, to painfully rule over the kingdom and beauties alone, acting all devoted, spending his lifetime collecting a harem of mementos of his "true loves."

He lived out his entire supremely privileged emperor's life in agony, tormented by the memory of his true love.

Damn!

This bastard put on the act of a deeply affectionate male lead but did all sorts of underhanded, dirty deeds.

The key point was, there were still many people out there crying and feeling sorry for this scumbag!

Dammit!

Based on her natural allegiance of sharing the same surname as the female lead, she couldn't hold back her anger and rushed to the comment section to sound off.

Given the author's dark mental state, she laid out professional, specific, and effective analyses of various illnesses. She even sincerely suggested the author seek treatment at the Third Hospital, offering to pull strings to get them to cut in line so their rotted, shriveled brain could be cured as soon as possible.

This would prevent them from writing such morally bankrupt crap in the future and polluting her mental comfort zone. And then, next thing she knew, she ended up here now.

Frustrated, she wiped her face. Jiang Wan felt her mood was really not great right now.

Probably because she had soaked too long in the ditch recently, causing her brain to get waterlogged, which flushed out all the useful soft knowledge!

The Jiang family, the Li family, and the name Jiang Han.

"Why didn't I think to think outside the box and connect the key points? How could I ever believe that just lying flat would let me coast through life? If I had to describe the itching irritation gnawing at me now, it could be summed up in one sentence:

‘Wrongly died in my past life, miserably struggling in this one!’"

"...Sis, what are you muttering about again?"

"I'm telling you, from now on, you better remember this one thing firmly: never pick up stray men you find on the roadside!

If you dare show any pity toward those stray cats and dogs, I’ll break your legs! Do you hear me?"

This was the first time since her older sister had stopped being simple-minded that she had spoken to her so harshly. In the past, this kind of special treatment had been reserved solely for Jiang Laosan. Suddenly being yelled at like this, the little girl was so frightened that her eyes instantly filled with tears.

"Y-yes, I hear you!"