After I Faked My Death, All Four of My Targets Went Crazy

The emperor ascended the throne and made the white-moonlight heroine his empress, but gave me two choices. I could leave the palace with a fortune and enjoy my retirement, or stay on as his secret bedwarmer. I chose neither. Instead, I tied a bow around myself and hung from the entrance to the Laundry Bureau. I transmigrated to ancient times twenty years ago, and the System tasked me with winning over four male leads. Now I’ve failed with the last one, too. The System said that once this body of mine dies, I can return to the modern world and reunite with my family. But just before I closed my eyes, I thought I heard someone screaming my name in anguish.