The Poetry of the Butterfly Princess
Chapter 1: Exchanging

In "The Heavenly Verse of Prince Zhijue", a tragedy novel with unreasonable popularity, readers have never found a character more pitiful than the protagonist himself.

Zhijue, a prince who saved his kingdom from the attack of the demon lord. However, the ending he met was even inversely proportional to the good he got. Excommunicated and hated by his own people, he is then stoned to death at the end of the story.

Not quality! The author is not becus! Why did you kill him?!

Well, this is not the first time the protagonist has ended up like this. Almost every story written by this author ends tragically.

Even readers who have been fans for a long time have dubbed him the 'King of Tragedy' know his brutal writing style.

Not apart from the protagonist, other characters also meet the same ending. The suspenseful drama and thrilling conflict that is always on the nail of the novelist to the reader always makes his works sell well thanks to his uniqueness.

"Oi, could you just get in at this hour?!"

Changyi—— Young novelist who has extreme taste as well as student subscription punishment teacher MTK in his High School.

"Look at your eye bags!! How many times have you told me not to play games again!!"

Changyi lowered his head, waiting for Mr. Dudi's nagging to finish. His brows twitched in annoyance at the cynical sentence being thrown out.

Who is the crazy person who will play the game in the middle of the work deadline!!

Holding that sentence in his throat, he could only sigh long as usual. No one knew about his identity as a famous novelist in cyberspace and he did not intend to tell it to the world. At least not until he graduated from college.

"Do you understand?!! Get out of here!!"

Changyi nodded slowly. After the omeli, his daily routine begins with serving the punishment dried like anchovies in the field. Until the break bell rang, he was allowed to enter class.

Sitting on his stool, Changyi could hear a rumbling sound from behind his chair. He leaned his body back, trying to hear the conversation of his classmates more clearly while installing an earphone noiseless in his left ear so as not to be striking.

"Have you read his latest chapter?"

"The author is cruel - He could kill my Zhijue!!"

"Korong dong! He is the 'King of Tragedy'. What did you expect?"

Changyi narrowed his eyes. He secretly stores his readers' feedback carefully in a notebook that faithfully accompanies him. His hands moved quickly, already accustomed to doing so for many years.

"But among all the characters, I feel most sorry for Bai Xue's daughter"

"Bai Xue?" The pen that scrawled the paper stopped instantly. The name that caught his attention. He propped up his chin in confusion, not remembering the details of the character.

Bai Xue—— Imperial princess Lei is betrayed by the antagonist. She is a silver butterfly who helps the protagonist in the beginning of the chapter and eventually falls in love with her. A side character that Changyi created for the plot.

"It's a shame that her love ended tragically. At least, he was in heaven with her now"

"Honestly, it's not a good ending. The author was too selfish to kill him early"

"I hope the author gets his own karma"

What was wrong with killing him early? Is his presence in the story so important?

He doesn't understand. In fact, he did not intend at all to make the character become the main focus or strong impression. He himself almost forgot it when he was not reminded.

Scratching his head, Changyi let go of his earphones, finishing his notes for today. He understands the difference in perception and the emotional bond of his reader is unique even though he cannot understand it well.

"HOAMM..." Changyi blinked his blurred eyes a few times. His body felt heavy due to lack of sleep for days. Lying his head on the table, he closed his eyes for a moment.

"Thank God.. The novel is finally finished"

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Ugh. it hurts so much..

Painful... My head hurts!

An overwhelming sense of pain built Changyi from his deep slumber. His head was throbbing, as if after being stabbed by thousands of knives.

Forcing his eyes open, his bad premonition plunged deep as he looked at the lavishly decorated ceiling of the room. He found himself lying on a bed wearing soft silk clothes.

Glancing to his left, a young lady sat beside him and looked at him worriedly. "You're awake," he said subtly.

Changyi lifted his body up, trying to digest the situation that was going on. Obviously, he only fell asleep for a while in class. How could he end up in such a strange room now?

"Young lady, is your body okay?"

.. Missy?

Changyi was stunned, hearing an awkward sentence. Something's wrong here. Why does this place feel so familiar?

His hand felt his body in panic, checking his condition. His eyes, hands, feet, he still has all that. There are no parts of pain or injury. Yet..

PAT'S..

Changyi felt something soft on his chest. Shuddering once from the strangeness, he slowly lowered his head.

What'sthis?! My chest is growing!! Since when did my body size change?!!!

Changyi did not want to admit it. However, the woman's next sentence confirmed her doubts.

"Young Miss Bai Xue, can you hear this servant clearly?"

Changyi's pupils were perfectly rounded. His gaze fell on the mirror located across the room.

Dark hair and dazzling ash eyes. His body trembled, facing the reality of being forced before him.

Why did I enter this body?!!