The Wicked Fake Heiress Doted on by the Capital's Young Masters

“My dad is the Buddhist-minded big shot of the capital.

My eldest brother is the capital's crown prince in a tragic romance, the kind who torments both body and soul.

My second brother is the capital's crown prince in a sweet romance, who falls in love at first sight with his assistant.

My third brother is the capital's crown prince in a feel-good showbiz story, who keeps a young star as his stand-in lover.

And I am…

“Wait, where did all these crown princes come from? You three are playing the same type.”

My eldest brother rolled his eyes. My second brother stared at the sky.

My third brother…

My third brother turned to Dad and said:

“Dad, you're already a Buddhist. Why did you have so many kids? Doesn't that count as breaking your vow of chastity and disrespecting the Buddha?”

Dad pulled off his shoe. “The world has turned upside down! You little brat, don't run!”

I pressed my palms together. “Amitabha. Type 1, and the Buddha will forgive you.”