After transmigrating into the body of the legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Yong'an, a girl deliberately forgotten by her own household, Nan Jinping waved a hand. “I’m scared? Yeah, right. I’m just pretending.”
“Whether you’re a madam, a young lady, the crown prince, or the empress, go ahead and try messing with me if you’ve got the nerve.”
But why had that disgraced crown prince latched onto her? He set traps when she wanted to mess with someone, handed her the knife when she wanted to kill, and even got involved in her money-making schemes, eagerly pitching his own sales ideas.
Nan Jinping: “You’re a perfect friend, but could you please get lost when I’m flirting with men?”
Yue Peijing, aggrieved: “Are those other men really better than me?”
There are too many words to describe appearance.
I personally read a few chapters and gave up.