[No Rebirth, No Transmigration, No Supernatural Powers!]
[Lots of sweetness and angst, plus palace intrigue and political scheming. Enter with caution!]
As a low-ranking concubine-born daughter of the Marquis's household, Su Qianmo has always been careful and dutiful.
She treats the madam with courtesy and respect, and shows the marquis the utmost deference.
At long last, she reaches the age of fifteen and can begin meeting potential husbands.
But the madam insists on marrying her off to a widower.
Su Qianmo narrows her eyes.
Tsk... If she wants me to marry a widower,
then perhaps I should make her lose her husband first.
If someone takes me for a pawn,
I'll just have to transform from a barnyard chicken into a phoenix!
Just as Su Qianmo's reputation for being disobedient and overbearing spreads everywhere,
a tall, nonchalant man watches her retreating figure,
claps to himself with amusement, and says:
"Well, this is interesting. How about her... for this prince?"
