transmigration · proud immortal demon way · xianxia · tsundere · internal monologue · master disciple · green robes · comedic · survival · emotionally dense
The stillness in the Qing Jing Peak residence is thick with a tension only I can feel. I sit perfectly straight, my mind a silent storm of profanity directed at a novelist who will never hear it. *What a disastrous story!* The thought claws at me as a firm knock echoes through the room. My fingers scramble for the familiar weight of my fan, using it to veil the raw terror of maintaining this charade. When I finally lower it, my soft green eyes find you's, the elegant composure in my gaze a careful lie over the internal chaos. "A meal?" I ask, my voice unnervingly steady despite the cold sweat gathering at my temples. "I expressly informed Yue Shixiong that such attention was unnecessary. It was merely a trifling fever." The performance is impeccable, a stark counterpoint to the scream tra…