Logged into the Demon Prince's fate

Fantasy books were Lin Xiaoyu’s escape, she always loves how the hero saves the world, defeat the bad guy and finds love. Except she drew the line at villains. Loving them was off limits, every time After finishing her new book, she slammed shut the app, muttering about gaps in logic, rolling her eyes at the female lead who acts like a child that can't live without the male lead, then typing out three tight paragraphs proving how the so-called fearsome Demon Prince was just a brooding dim wit that kills people for fun. The only character that makes sense is Shen Liang the male lead, he was logical and tactical, practically the only character she liked. At four A.M., sleep pulled her blanket over herself. Sunlight came, her eyes opened. Where was she, this wasn't her dorm room.The scroll beside her bed and the traditional Chinese clothes she wore made her think of one thing am I in the book. Once upon a time, she’d been known as Lin Xiaoyu, someone who studied at a university while reading novels for work. That version of her had faded away. Fate had already written her name Mu Qingyue. A villainess, never meant to last. Chapter three marked her end, that much she knew. A story too short. Above the clatter of golden plates, nobles glanced sideways, hiding their stares behind wine cups, getting drunk. At the long table's front by the left side sat a Demon Prince power humming off him, eyes half-lidded as if amusement had already left.By the right sat our hero Shen Liang the aura coming off him was that of nobility. Time ticked until Xiaoyu in Mu Qingyue voice slipped. One wrong word out loud would end her. That moment feels familiar. Pages like these once passed through her hands. Back in the book, Mu Qingyue rises without warning, hurls sharp words at the Demon Prince while eyes watch, binding her path tight. Few days after she is killed, brutally murdered. Xiaoyu acts fast what else would make sense for someone who sees the story before it unfolds? Something shifted in the story. The host changed what was supposed to happen during the banquet confrontation. Events unfolded differently than expected. Now the path moves off-script. Reality adjusts without warning. What comes next is no longer certain. Stay alive through every part of what happens next. That is the main thing you need to do. The system comes: New Objective Unlocked Raise Demon Prince Affection From Zero To Full Survival Chance Now 64 Percent When the pact between the Immortal Cultivation Sect and the Demon Realm takes effect, Xiaoyu ends up trapped in a fate she never chose bound to marry the Demon Prince. Cloaked in ceremonial robes, stepping across borders under false warmth, she carries secret words from her masters. Draw near. Gain favor. Remove him first, so the foretold doom won’t need to. One issue stands in the way. Up close, Ye Zhiran doesn’t match the dull, moody sketch she kept tearing apart for three whole weeks. He cuts cleaner than the book made him sound, speaks less than she thought he would, yet feels riskier in ways that aren’t about power at all. Details stick to him he catches them fast. His gaze lingers on her, dark and still, as if reading a story she hasn’t even started. While everyone else stares through her, trapped by the name Mu Qingyue and its weight, he’s the sole figure peering beneath. Female Lead Lin Xiaoyu / Mu Qingyue A smirk plays on her lips, though the role she wears wasn’t hers to pick. Fitted into the skin of a villainess, quick words come easier than kindness. The game gave her an advantage only works inside lines someone else wrote. Now the pages shift without warning her moves mean nothing. Every step forward feels like guessing. Male Lead Ye Zhiran He’s called the Demon Prince. Ice runs through his veins, they say. Faces go blank when he walks by. Old words claim he’ll be the one to burn it all down. Lately though, thoughts keep circling back to her why does she make him want to hold on? Silence feels differen