Su Wanqing died in frustration. In her previous life, she was the most talented woman in the capital, but she was robbed of her love by her best friend, poisoned and killed by a scumbag, and her whole family was buried with her.
When she opened her eyes again, she became Lin Wanfeng, the idiot legitimate son of the Yongning Marquis Mansion—wait, why is it a man? !
Facing her stepmother who deducted her monthly salary, and her younger brother who concealed his secret in his smile, she rolled up her sleeves: Acting? This lady is at the royal level!
But accidentally overacted.
In the Imperial College classroom, a masterful work was revealed and shocked the whole capital;
He went south to treat floods and was hunted down, but he saved the sick and beautiful Ninth Prince;
In order to find clues, he sneaked into Baihua Building and was forced to act as an oiran in business to amaze the audience——
Under the stage, the Qianqian gentleman's pupils were shocked: This card... How does it look so like my classmate? !
What was even more exciting was that the Ninth Prince, who coughed three times with one step, blocked her in the palace late at night:
"That night at Yuelai Inn, why did you appear in my room?"
Lin Wanfeng's expression remained unchanged: "I happened to be passing by and heard something from you. The person you fell in love with is a woman wearing a butterfly hairpin."
She thought the lie was seamless until much later——
Zhao Mingheng, who was suffering from cold poison, suddenly opened his eyes, and those forgotten memories came flooding back.
"You happen to be passing by?" The Ninth Prince chuckled, stroking the soft sword on his waist, "Mr. Lin, would you like to hear... Another version of what I just remembered?"
Let's see how the reborn young lady makes a career out of her previous life's talents by using her left hand to abuse the scumbag and her right hand. She repeatedly jumps between falling off the horse and covering up the waistcoat.
Until one day, the Ninth Prince, who had recovered his memory, cornered her in a corner:
"Young Master Lin, or should we say Miss Su, we have had enough drama, now it's time to talk about how to be responsible for this prince, right?"
