[Sky: Children of the Light Fanfiction + Multiple Male Leads, One Female Lead + Palace Intrigue + Everyone Dotes on Her + Love Rival Showdowns]!
Also known as: So Many Bigwigs Want to Spoil Me!
This novel is set in the world of Sky: Children of the Light, though some names and settings have been changed. If that bothers you, feel free to move on.
In her previous life, Yu Buxin was timid, foolish, and incompetent. A conspiracy led to her mother being blinded and imprisoned, while Yu Buxin was falsely accused of killing her with her own hands. She became the demoness everyone wanted dead. And her father saved her only because she supposedly had spirit eyes that could control people?
But all of this was part of the emperor’s scheme to dominate the realm!
At the end of the 24th year of the Kunling era, the Feng clan was brutally slaughtered in South Ping of Eden.
On New Year’s Eve that year:
“Big sister, you’re so silly. People will steal your things! The Prince of Qi you love has already fallen under my spell. Big sister, you’d better not get anything at all!”
One pot of poisoned wine was all it took to end Yu Buxin’s laughable life.
Reborn at fifteen, Yu Buxin sighs. “The emperor who killed my mother, Lan Shenyin who framed me as a demoness... I’ll drag you down from the high platforms you stand on, step by step!”
Reborn once more, she still has time, she still has enough time. There’s a long road ahead, so let’s meet at the summit!
Rain soaks her clothes. Beneath the luxuriant leaves of a parasol tree, in a dim palace, three men with peculiar identities stand in the light.
“Who will you choose?”
Huai An: “Afraid? This servant believes there are no demons in this world, and I don’t believe in ghosts, monsters, gods, or Buddhas either. Right and wrong begin in the heart. Even demons can be good or evil.”
Yuan Cisheng: “Cisheng wishes you joy year after year, a spring breeze at your back, and a lucky fish leaping into your pond.”
Feng Qinghe: “I’m not the sort of man who falls in love over a single bouquet, but Yu Buxin, you could make me.”
...There’s not enough room to write it all.
