She Only Wants Revenge, Not Romance. What’s She Supposed to Do?

[Revenge and tragic romance + sweet love + mistaken identity + possessive prince + master-disciple romance + forbidden love + forced romance + light fantasy] “Master, if I can get out of this unscathed one day, I’ll take you away with me. Would you come?” Aman combs her master’s waterfall of silver hair and ties a white veil over her eyes. He Li’s handsome lips curve into a faint smile. “When that day comes, don’t complain that I’m holding you back.” “You’re so beautiful. Once I put my mark on you, you’ll be mine.” She loops an arm around He Jingyu’s neck and plants a drunken kiss on his handsome lips. “Do you know what you’re doing? When you wake up sober tomorrow, don’t regret it,” He Jingyu says in a husky voice. “Big sister, you can’t escape. I’ve lit an aphrodisiac incense. Tonight, you can only be mine.” Qi Yehuai gathers up her dark hair and combs through it again and again with his pale, slender fingers. Furious and vexed, she still has no strength to resist. “A Xue, you’ll regret this.” She wears a scarlet gown, holds a ghost mask, and has golden bells tied around her wrists. As the bells ring, her small, pale feet begin to dance on the damp, dark riverbank. Her gown flows like water, and her black hair falls softly. She hums a tune, then raises her eyes, tears hanging from their corners, and meets the gaze of a man. “Aman, is that you?” The man’s Adam’s apple bobs. His stern eyes turn tender the moment he sees her. She regains the solemn bearing of a goddess. “Young master, you have mistaken me for someone else. I am Hongyu.”