The Black Lotus Handbook: Taming Them? They Absolutely Love It

(1vN, a battlefield of competing men, all male leads are virgins) The day Sang Zhi transmigrated into the Junzhu of the Prince of Zhenbei, she learned the script of her inevitable death: It was all because the Imperial Preceptor had declared, “Whoever wins the Junzhu will bring peace to the realm.” So the original, hopeless romantic died taking a sword meant for the Crown Prince. Sang Zhi laughed. Use her life to bring peace to someone else’s realm? Whoever wants to make that losing deal can go ahead. She turned around, dumped the Crown Prince, and headed straight for the Imperial Preceptor’s Celestial Observatory. She wanted to see just what sort of person this Imperial Preceptor was to presume to decide whether she lived or died. But later... The Crown Prince she’d dumped clung to her, eyes red... The aloof Imperial Preceptor stood firmly between her and danger... Even the master of the shadowy Jianghu organization was willing to become a blade in her hand... With handsome men all around her, and even her so-called “elder brother” looking at her with increasing intensity, Sang Zhi suddenly understood: Oh, we’re not related by blood. Whoever wins the Junzhu wins the realm? No. The Junzhu is the realm.