Clear Dreams in the Cold Night

When she woke up, she had become the legitimate daughter of the Ruan family, raised at a country estate. A wicked servant drugged and knocked her out, intending to make her take her younger sister's place in a marriage. Take someone else's place as a bride? Suffer humiliation? Absolutely not. Since she was occupying someone else's body, she would repay that kindness in kind: punish the wicked servants and reclaim her identity. She would take back everything that belonged to the original owner. That was simply who she was. Though she had no idea who she was, that didn't stop her from “making trouble” in Jindu. Beating up a princess, infuriating a vile woman, and dealing with a scheming green tea girl were all part of the routine. The pampered Prince of Jin flirted with her and begged for her affection. A peerlessly handsome foreign prince was terrified she'd ignore him. Even the sect leader of the Ghost King Sect, a figure who shook the martial world, obeyed her every word. Wouldn't it be a waste not to keep all these men wrapped around her little finger? “Ruan, can you love only me? I promise I'll be good!” The calculating Prince of Jin put on an adorably innocent face. “Meng'er, don't ignore me. I only let you see this face of mine.” The foreign prince propped his chin in his hands and showed off his impossibly handsome face. “Little girl, could I stop being your master and become your lover instead?” Even her chaste master was starting to act improper... Good heavens, what should she do? She wanted them all. Could she really avoid choosing?