The 99th Transmigrator - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

My last memory of the ninety-eighth transmigrator was of her eyes widening when she heard the words “No. 98.”

The Crown Prince had died suddenly, and the Eastern Palace’s Ten Guards had been defeated. The palace city was in chaos, sealed off under heavy guard.

I turned the heavy wheels of my wheelchair and entered the Eastern Palace alone.

The Crown Princess-the ninety-eighth transmigrator-looked utterly stunned when she saw me.

“Princess Shuxiao?!”

She tried her best to maintain the poise of a Crown Princess, unaware that I could hear the panic in her heart.

[She’s just a cripple no one loves, not her father and not her mother. I could have accepted anyone else, but why is it still her?]

[So this is the great villainess, the vicious supporting character? Even after I schemed to have her cast out of the imperial family and dragged off to marry into a grassland tribe, she still managed to return to the capital and kill the male lead.]

I let out a soft laugh.

She said, “You are committing treason and defying your superiors. Sooner or later, retribution will find you!”

Curses like that-I had heard them ninety-seven times before.

Slowly, I drew my sword.

It had already been slicked with the Crown Prince’s blood.

Trembling, she said, “I am the eldest daughter of the Yu Family. Keeping me alive will be useful to you.”

I shook my head. “No. 98, do you really think you’re Yu Xuerong?”

The sword pierced through her throat. Her eyes flew wide, her body went limp, and the side of her face fell against my knee.

I looked at her for a while.

At the magnificent jewels and ornaments of a Crown Princess adorning her. At her deathly pale, utterly lifeless face.

This was the ninety-ninth time Yu Xuerong had died before my eyes.

I felt a faint pang of regret.

I had always thought No. 98 was a little different.

Not like No. 17.

[Princess Shuxiao is crippled. So disgusting, so ugly.]

In the end, I sentenced No. 17 to death by slicing, had her made into a human swine, and hung her on the city gate for tens of thousands to stare at and point fingers.

Nor was she like No. 53.

[Send Princess Shuxiao into a ghost marriage. It would be the perfect way to win over the general.]

In the end, I had No. 53’s limbs bound and buried her alive to accompany the male lead in death, personally covering her with the final shovelful of yellow earth.

When No. 98 first saw me, what she thought was:

[I know everything. I refuse to believe Princess Shuxiao can still become the great villain!]

I wanted to know how she planned to stop me from becoming a villain.

So I gave her many more chances.

So many that the male lead’s position as Crown Prince became secure, as if he could inherit the throne without the slightest concern.

She tossed me to the back of her mind and spent her days entwined with the male lead in tender affection.

I waited far too long.

Waited until the marriage-alliance procession reached the grassland tribe.

Waited until the tribal chief and his ambitious brothers all died under my sowing of discord.

Waited until the capital seemed to forget that Princess Shuxiao still existed.

And I thought: That’s it?

I returned to the capital and drenched the palace city in blood.

I had no choice but to accept it. That really was it.

The ninety-eighth cycle ended.

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the Flower-viewing Banquet.

Yu Xuerong was surrounded at the center, like the moon amid a cluster of stars.

I sat in a neglected corner, with only a trembling maid in attendance.

After all, Yu Xuerong came from a prestigious noble house. She was both talented and beautiful.

As for me, I was the mad, disabled princess with a strange temper. If a palace servant showed the slightest disobedience, I would punish them severely.

I was the vicious supporting character, and Yu Xuerong was the chosen heroine.

I devoted myself to opposing the male lead and blocking his path to the throne. Yu Xuerong, in turn, was the male lead’s virtuous helper, removing every obstacle in his way-including me.

And now, No. 99 wore Yu Xuerong’s seventeen-year-old skin, all graceful smiles and elegant bearing.

How would she deal with me this time?