1 - Crazy! Criticizing the Prime Minister for Being a Servant

## Novel Enthusiast - Free Online Novel Recommendations Can't find a novel? Try searching here. Submit Works | FAQs | Not Logged In Genres: Fantasy Romance Wuxia/Xianxia Military/History Science Fiction/Futuristic Supernatural/Fantasy Female-Oriented Fanfiction Original Fanfiction Boys' Love Girls' Love Japanese-style Adventure Fantasy TV Dramas Erotica Boys' Love Erotica Classical Literature Mystery Female Market Short Stories Featured Rankings Popular Rankings Favorites Rankings Completed Rankings Erotica Rankings Author Exclusives Original Novel Icon Home > Girls' Love > "Changing Fate After My Master Read My Mind" by Craving Lesson Plans (Completed) Conversion [Traditional] [Simplified] | Background Color Selection | Font Size Selection [XL] [L] [M] [S] | Report Errors ## "Changing Fate After My Master Read My Mind" by Craving Lesson Plans (Completed) ### Page 1 ### Synopsis # Would you be willing to live within the last book you read? When Ning Songwu came across this phrase, she thought for a moment before commenting: Yes. After all, in these transmigrations, don't you always end up as the main character, right? Unfortunately, she woke up the next morning in a terribly written, overly dramatic GL xianxia tragedy she had read before bed. To make matters worse, she had become a minor character destined to die within three chapters, merely there to serve as experience fodder for the protagonist. Ning Songwu: Damn you, heavens! You tricked me!!! Since she was already there, she decided to just float by aimlessly, surviving however she could. Better to be a weak and harmless fish than to lose her life! At the disciple recruitment event, she hid in a corner, glancing warily at her stunningly beautiful but fatal master, known as the "Anti-Love Rival Party". In her mind, she kept chanting: Don’t see me, don’t see me, I want to go down the mountain, I want to live. The beautiful master pointed: "I'll take the shivering little one in the corner." When the protagonist came to stir trouble, she mentally chanted: I’m invisible, I’m invisible. Sister, don’t notice me. Her master blocked the protagonist with a fan, saying, "You should go to Luo Yun Palace to meet the head first." When the Devil Lord took her hostage, her beautiful master braved backlash, her flames of sword intent blazing, just to save her. Staring at the proud phoenix of fire, Ning Songwu had but one thought: Mom, I think... I really love her. Her master tilted her chin: "Then I won't let you go." Ning Songwu: Huh?!!! * They say the elder of Shangyun Sect, Ran Fanyin, is stunning with her long silver hair, so beautiful that merely gazing at her can enhance one’s cultivation. Too bad she is cold and dislikes crowds, and over the years, she has never taken a disciple. Who would have thought that the fire-rooted Elder Ran took on an ice-rooted disciple? Both equally silent and distant, emanating an aura that keeps people miles away. Everyone felt it was a pity. Ran Fanyin: Ha ha, how could you understand? At dawn, she woke her young disciple for sword practice. The disciple grumbled internally all morning but moved precisely, every action impeccable. In the freezing frost, despite her coughing and her vision blurring with tears, her disciple praised her beauty inwardly and wanted to kiss her, though outwardly she carefully held the medicine bowl, utterly considerate. With a blade to her throat, though terrified and red-eyed, the disciple repeatedly used the transmission jade to tell her not to come, not to get hurt, to take care of herself, not to worry about her. Ran Fanyin placed her hand over the protective divine stone she had safeguarded for years, then touched her near-synchronized heart— How could I not come, you little hypocrite? How could I ever let you go? *Mini Theater* Ran Fanyin: (holding up a grape) Little Ning, want some? Ning Songwu: [I want…] Master, you have it. Ran Fanyin: (holding up a dessert) How about this? Want some? Ning Songwu: [Can I snatch it…] Master, you first. I’ll have it later. Ran Fanyin: (pointing to her forehead) How about this? Ning Songwu: …! I- Ran Fanyin: (smiling softly) No, you can't have it. Teasing the little liar has become the most interesting thing on these mundane afternoons. — Ran Fanyin’s note. * 1v1 sweet story HE! HE! HE! My own version of xianxia, rolling on the keyboard, tons of personal settings. Average writing, no need to inform if dropping. Growth-type protagonist, no perfect characters in the story. There is a main plot and daily life, interwoven. Main couplings featured with reversed dynamics as well. Only Master can hear the inner voices! ****Highlight**** In this novel’s personal settings, the inner voices refer to the inner dialogues of the disciple, not all thoughts and ideas. ### Labels: Younger Top, Xianxia/Cultivation, Rebirth, Book Transmigration, Growth, Master-Disciple ### Main Characters: Ning Songwu, interactions with Ran Fanyin, supporting roles include Lin Yuxue, Cen Ran, Helan Mianmian, Luo Sheng ### Summary: The start is her beginning, and also her end. ### One-Line Summary: Honest little puppy and delicate beauty, sticking together! ### Theme: Building a new sect in a new era. ## Chapter 1: Woman Ning Songwu touched her cheek, slightly swollen and stinging. She found a small water basin by the stairs, using the gently rippling water to examine her face—bright red, making her look quite appetizing. This was the result of her slapping herself for the past ten minutes. Don't misunderstand, she did not have any special fetishes; she was merely testing if she was dreaming. The sharp stinging sensation confirmed it: she was wide awake, this wasn't a dream. The only conclusion left was that she, a college student who routinely went to bed at 3 AM and woke at 5 AM, had finally driven herself to insanity. Otherwise, why else would she be seeing herself in a...she had no idea, some sort of blue ancient-style long dress, on what seemed to be a heaven-reaching staircase? Around her, people in ancient attire, sweat glistening at their temples, were intently climbing the stairs. "Climb the heaven-reaching staircase, reach the top, and you can take the Shangyun Sect's test. If you have a spiritual root and it's of high quality, you can enter the sect to learn. You might even get noticed by a sect elder and become a personal disciple." As Ning Songwu observed her surroundings, this passage rang in her mind, popping up like a song you hear during exams that won’t stop replaying in your head, leaving you blank except for that one tune... no, those words. She repented, she cried, she twisted herself internally in remorse. Damn you, heavens, she was wrong. She would never stay up late again. Tomorrow, she would sleep before midnight; if she stayed up late again, she would write thirty more term papers by hand. She silently complained in her mind— [Damn heavens, I've begged you like this; let me return to normal, okay? I really don't want to be mentally ill, wah wah wah.] [Dear god, dear goddess, dear uncles, aunties, grandpas, grandmas, let me go home, please wah wah wah.]