"Then the question arises, Li Siyi, are your dreams really that precise? If they are, why not try to change things?"
Su Luo thought it made no sense for dreams to predict approximate times, yet the information Li Siyi provided to the Seven Stars Sword Sect had been remarkably accurate.
And if she knew the course of events, why not alter them?
Well, there had been some changes, but not many.
Su Luo still remembered when she first transmigrated into this world—she had lived recklessly, completely disregarding the original plot.
Something good? Mine now.
Of course, her lack of strength led to an early demise.
Later, after growing bored, she obediently followed the storyline, only to suffer a crushing defeat as the antagonist.
Without the cheat-like advantage of the diary, becoming stronger was incredibly difficult for Su Luo, especially in the later stages.
Li Siyi had also once considered striving for greater power, but the further she progressed, the more overwhelming it felt.
Unlike Su Luo, she didn’t have the luxury of multiple retries.
Li Siyi answered Su Luo, "I did think about changing things, but I felt you would interfere. And if I altered too much, the variables would multiply, so I eventually gave up. But there’s one thing I lied about—I didn’t dream of the future. I saw it."
"Saw it? That’s even more impressive."
Su Luo pondered—wasn’t that the same thing? Dreaming or seeing, both amounted to foreseeing the future.
Until Li Siyi pulled out the diary, smiling as she said, "Saw it."
Su Luo thought her vision was blurring—how was her diary in Li Siyi’s hands?
But then she remembered Jiang Ningshu also had one.
"So you have one too."
Su Luo suddenly felt her world crumbling. What kind of system was this, handing out her diary like free pamphlets?
In an instant, everything made sense.
Su Luo had never imagined that the mole situation was actually connected to her.
Jiang Ningshu was equally shocked—she had assumed hers was unique.
This diary was supposed to be her most intimate link with Su Luo, something exclusive. Yet others had it too.
Jiang Ningshu instantly felt her advantage vanish.
Little Yu was lost—she couldn’t see anything.
Nangong Xiyun stood silently to the side, debating whether to reveal her own secret.
"So now you understand. I only knew so much because of you."
"I understand, but I’m still struggling to accept it."
"My explanation is done. Now it’s your turn."
"My turn?"
"Why do you think I showed you the diary?"
Li Siyi didn’t need to produce the diary to explain—claiming it was a dream would’ve left Su Luo with no way to verify it.
Su Luo mulled over Li Siyi’s words.
What was the significance of showing the diary? Just to inform her? To embarrass her?
But her diary didn’t contain anything scandalous—just records of past events.
Wait.
Su Luo suddenly recalled something unpleasant.
In the earliest entries, she had written a lot of insults directed at Li Siyi.
Had she seen all of that?
She definitely had.
Was this payback?
Before Su Luo could speak, Li Siyi said, "Because you’re leaving."
Su Luo froze—that was what this was about?
"You knew?"
"Yes. You wrote about it."
Li Siyi was referring to Su Luo’s notes about returning to the real world after clearing the story.
"Right." Su Luo knew she had written it, but now she didn’t know how to respond.
"Wait, leaving? For where?" Jiang Ningshu asked, incredulous.
She had never heard of such a thing.
Little Yu grew anxious. "Su Luo, where are you going? Take me with you."
"You didn’t know?" Li Siyi asked Jiang Ningshu.
Since Li Siyi knew Jiang Ningshu had a diary, she assumed Jiang Ningshu would be aware.
Jiang Ningshu shook her head. "I didn’t."
"Because the diaries are different," Nangong Xiyun interjected.
Under everyone’s gaze, she produced her own diary.
"My first entry was from when Su Luo first met me. But back then, I realized Li Siyi also had a diary and clearly knew much more from it.
So I guessed that the diaries only start from the moment we encounter Su Luo. Earlier entries aren’t visible. Jiang Ningshu’s diary, I assume, began when she joined the Heavenly Demon Sect."
Jiang Ningshu nodded, confirming Nangong Xiyun’s theory.
But Su Luo could only sigh. "You have one too?"
"Indeed. Quite fascinating, isn’t it?" Nangong Xiyun felt there was no point hiding it anymore.
Su Luo probably wouldn’t write much from now on anyway.
And since Li Siyi had already revealed hers, it was the perfect time to come clean.
"Little Yu, you don’t have one too, do you?" Su Luo turned to Little Yu.
Little Yu looked utterly confused—she only knew the others had something she couldn’t see.
This wouldn’t do.
She stared pleadingly at Su Luo. "That diary—I want one too."
"I didn’t distribute them," Su Luo clarified. Little Yu really didn’t have one.
If possible, Su Luo would prefer no one read her diary at all.
"Oh." Little Yu’s face fell, a pang of exclusion hitting her.
But she quickly dismissed the thought—having Su Luo was enough.
Su Luo frowned at Nangong Xiyun. "You knew back then? Why didn’t you confront me?"
Su Luo doubted she could’ve resisted Nangong Xiyun back then.
A little interrogation or confinement, and her plans would’ve been ruined.
"I don’t quite remember the reason. I think I just enjoyed observing you all in secret."
"Master, since when?"
Hearing about being secretly watched made Li Siyi uneasy.
"From the very beginning."
"Seriously...?" Li Siyi grew even more uncomfortable. Back then, she had frequently sought out Su Luo in the Seven Stars Sword Sect.
She had been so naive—had she done anything embarrassing under observation?
"We’re getting off-topic. Su Luo, where are you going?" Jiang Ningshu cut through their reminiscing.
This was the most pressing matter right now.
Su Luo said, "Haven’t I mentioned it? I’m not from this world."
Then she paused—explaining felt tedious.
But at this point, it didn’t matter much.
In the past, she would’ve kept it a top-secret, considering how sensitive transmigration was.
But now, at the endgame with her strength, revealing it wouldn’t change anything.
"Let me give you a brief explanation—"
"Wait. Explain it to each of us separately," Li Siyi interrupted.
"Why? Wouldn’t it be easier to tell everyone at once?"
"Everyone will process this differently. What they want to say to you will also vary. Talk to us one by one."
"Ugh, that’s too much trouble."
Did this mean Su Luo had to explain four times?
"It’s no trouble at all. At the very least, I want to discuss this with you privately." Li Siyi wouldn’t budge.
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s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
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