My Dad Is the Emperor. What’s Wrong with Being a Little Immoral?

The lazy princess’s guide to self-improvement: If you can lie down, never sit; if you can make Dad do it, never lift a finger. My name is Chu Yao, and I’m the Ninth Princess of the dynasty. My motto in life is: Work hard? Not a chance. My dad is the emperor, my brother is the crown prince, and my mother is a noble consort. I was born to coast through life! As for virtue? What’s that? Can you eat it? I was born into this life through my own skill, so what’s wrong with being just a little short on virtue? That is, until my father kicked me out of the palace and gave me my own residence so he could have some peace and quiet. He even threw in a “Capital Brat Reform Office,” specially designed to reform spoiled brats like me. The office’s director was Shen Hanzhou, the cold-faced King of Hell, who always looked as if someone owed him eight million. And so began the capital’s days of chaos. I dug the holes, and he filled them in; I started the fires, and he put them out. I thought this was the ultimate showdown between me and the cold-faced King of Hell, until one day he cornered me against a wall, his eyes reddening. “Your Highness, when will you reform… this heart of mine that beats for you?” Me: “???” Wait, this isn’t how the story is supposed to go! Weren’t we supposed to torment each other? How come you’re trying to pin this on me?