Wonton Beauty? No, the Chancellor’s Legitimate Daughter!

By day, I'm a young woman selling wontons. By night, I set my sights on bookish men. It wasn't until the Prime Minister's residence came to claim me that I learned I'm their real daughter, lost for eighteen years! The first thing I do after returning home is burn every love letter from those scholars. “Spread the word: from now on, no scholars or dogs allowed inside.” Especially you, top scholar! You could never be good enough for the real heiress!