I Long to Steal Your Fragrance

When she woke up, she had transmigrated into Prince Xuan’s bed and somehow become his chamber maid.

Li Yanxi glanced at the servants kneeling all over the floor and twitched her mouth. “The prince’s eighth lady? Isn’t that the eighth tortoise lady?”

The dashing, devoted Prince Xuan tells her every day that his love will never end, yet turns around and lets his concubines frame her for adultery, disfigure her, and throw her into a pig cage.

When she opens her eyes again, she hasn’t transmigrated, but she has a new, beautiful face. She has been reborn through fire.

From then on, she stops behaving herself. Fine wine in her left hand, stacks of silver notes in her right, handsome men all around her. She spends her days flirting and her nights in song.

And that lying man still wants to pretend he’s devoted to her?

Ha! If you had the nerve to accuse me of adultery, don’t blame me for climbing over walls everywhere!