The Crown Princess Is Perfect in Every Way, Except for Her Terrible Taste in Men

[The heroine is not reborn and has no golden finger; the hero is reborn. He was a nobody in his previous life, but this time he'll fight and grab for all he's worth. Not a strong heroine, not a wish-fulfillment story!] Ji Wu had a dream, and she didn't dare tell anyone about it. In the dream, she got the engagement to the Second Prince she'd always wanted. But she didn't learn the truth until word arrived that her parents were dead: the dear cousin she had trusted had never truly loved her. All he and his aunt, Consort Shu, wanted was the support of her father and maternal grandfather. She was merely a pawn to help him claim the throne. At the end of the dream, flames filled the skies over Chang'an. The Second Prince dragged Ji Wu onto the city wall, a cold, gleaming sword pressed to her throat. Below the wall stood a vast army. At its head was the Crown Prince, whom Ji Wu had always kept at a distance. Her brother, Ji Hong, stood beside him. Once again, she had become the Second Prince's bargaining chip. But this time, Ji Wu refused to let him have his way. Ji Wu, who would cry and run to her parents and elder brother for comfort over the tiniest scrape on her finger, grabbed the blade and slit her own throat without hesitation. Her lifeless body plunged straight down from the towering city wall. The dream ended abruptly. Ji Wu only half believed what she had seen in the dream. But as time passed, reality and the dream began to overlap...