She was a noble princess, but one political marriage later, she was reduced to misery and left at the mercy of her tormentors.
Fortune smiled on her and gave her a second life, back at the beginning. Now she would plan every move and stay one step ahead.
A scheming, fake-sweet rival? She’d tear her apart!
A despicable fiancé? She’d kill him herself!
A political struggle between two kingdoms? She had a clever plan!
But then… “Your Highness, the prince consort is here again!”
“Damn it, I’m not even married! How can I have a prince consort?”
A certain Imperial Preceptor descended gracefully, perfectly composed. “My lady, I’ve come to save you from drowning in a sea of rotten romances.”
“Get lost! I don’t need saving!” she huffed, imperiously.
What kind of play should the donkey's lips and the horse's mouth be different?