22 Chapter 164 Part 1

Xiao Jin transmigrated into a bloody melodrama as an 18th-tier supporting female character.

A bizarre woman who combined disability, cross-dressing as a man, and an obsessive crush on the male lead.

None of that mattered, because she couldn’t survive three chapters anyway.

The cannon-fodder supporting character was also named Xiao Jin.

She was the Third Prince of Qi, with battle achievements that shook the Nine Provinces, the “Ghost Rakshasa” that made enemy generals tremble.

Yet this god of slaughter, after a great battle, lost all use of her legs and became a cripple who coughed blood after just a few steps.

She also contracted tuberculosis and hovered on the brink of death.

No reason, this was just a bloody melodrama.

The male lead was the Crown Prince of Qi, and the female lead was a princess of a fallen kingdom.

Xiao Jin’s sole reason for existence was: destroy the female lead’s kingdom, then elegantly take her leave.

Right now, Xiao Jin looked at her ruined legs, then at the large pool of blood she’d coughed up. Her mind collapsed.

Good-naturedly, she instructed the steward to prepare a coffin and pick an auspicious day to lie down.

The System’s mechanical voice sounded.

“Warning! Host’s lifespan remaining: 48 hours. Please complete the first quest as soon as possible. Completing the quest will extend your lifespan.”

“Quest One: Bride-snatching — forcibly marry the female lead who is about to wed the second male lead.”

System: “Friendly reminder, Host: only after you complete all quests and then let the female lead kill you will the life countdown stop and allow you to return to the original world.”

Xiao Jin fell silent.

She imagined a terminal lung cancer patient unable to walk upright, valiantly wheeling her wheelchair to snatch the bride on the female lead’s wedding day.

“…”

Xiao Jin: “Can I choose death?”

System: “No, Host.”

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

That day, the sky was high and clouds were sparse, autumn geese flew south.

Chu Shao stepped over the corpses of cannon fodders, returned to her homeland, and ascended the throne.

Throughout the Nine Provinces and Four Seas, all bowed and submitted.

Xiao Jin wore prison clothes, held by imperial guards, sitting in her wheelchair and looking up at the new empress.

She was content.

Now everything was ready; she only waited for Chu Shao to give her a single slash.

The Empress Chu Shao, with matchless features, her crown hanging twelve tassels.

Carrying a long sword, she descended the steps and gazed gently at Xiao Jin.

Just as Xiao Jin thought she’d be pierced through the heart, Chu Shao raised the sword and cut the throat of the nearest guard.

The remaining guards turned pale and knelt.

Chu Shao, hands smeared with blood, crouched before Xiao Jin, looking up at her as if at a deity, gazing at her for a long time.

Then she dropped the bloodstained sword and said in a trembling voice, “Don’t leave me.”