[Straight to hell from the start? No, I'll lie flat!] Reborn as the true heiress of a marquis's household, Su Yao is dismissed as uncouth by her birth father and mocked as a country bumpkin by the fake heiress. She picks at her ear. “Oh, great. Saves me the trouble of kicking them out.” The old ancestor of the mystical arts declares, “Face-slapping? Exhausting. I'd rather sleep.”
[Slacking off? No, you're just not worth my effort!] She'd planned to laze around until old age, but evil spirits are running rampant, influential people are being haunted, and the dynasty's fortunes are in turmoil. The emperor himself blocks her door. “Immortal Master! Please, just lift a finger!” Su Yao: “Pay me enough, and we can talk.” (Quietly pulls out a payment QR code… no, a merit box.)
[The face-slapping is underway!] The fake heiress stirring up trouble? Try a taste of your own backlash. The scumbag father regrets his actions? Get in line at the door and pay up. When her mother changes her mind, Su Yao lazily points a finger. “You, your glabella is dark. Within three days, you'll…” “Master, save me!!” When the greatest master of mystical arts decides to take it easy, the whole world goes mad!
One-on-one romance, devoted love, strong heroine and weak hero. A man's tears are a woman's stimulant, and the male lead is a clingy, unhinged crybaby!
