[A battle royale between men + a delicate, pitiable white lotus heroine (she’s faking it)]
After Cui Yunmiao’s parents died, she had no choice but to live with her maternal relatives in the capital.
The Fu family was a household of great distinction, and its three young masters were handsome, tall, and strikingly elegant, each more remarkable than the last.
But Cui Yunmiao had a face that looked like trouble. On the very first day she entered the household, Jiang, the matriarch, darkened her expression and warned her.
Cui Yunmiao kept to herself in the rear courtyard and avoided the young masters at every opportunity.
Yet Jiang treated her like a gift and sent her to a eunuch to help her cousin build connections.
Later, Cui Yunmiao drowned herself in a lake, dying full of resentment. When she opened her eyes, she was back on the day she first arrived at the Fu residence.
With no way forward and no hope of escape, what did Cui Yunmiao have to lose?
This time, she would be nothing but a wicked woman.
The lofty eldest young master pinned her against a wall, the corners of his eyes red. “Miaomiao, I was wrong before. I love you. Will you marry me?”
The second young master, with his sharp brows and bright eyes, sat astride his horse with a bouquet in hand. “Miaomiao, come with me to oversee the troops in Linchuan. I’ll show you every mountain and river in Great Zhou.”
The sickly, sinister third young master fastened a gold chain around her ankle. “Miaomiao, don’t look at other men. Otherwise, I’ll kill them, okay?”
Cui Yunmiao: Oh dear, this got out of hand.
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