Self-cultivation of the spoiled princess: Never sit down if you can lie down, never worry if you can cheat your father.
My name is Chu Yao, and I am the Ninth Princess. My life creed is: struggle? That's impossible. My father is the emperor, my brother is the prince, and my mother is the concubine. I was born to win! As for moral character? What is that? Can it be eaten? This princess was reincarnated based on her own abilities, so what's wrong with her lack of virtue?
Until my father, for the sake of purity, kicked me out of the palace and gave me a "Beijing Dandy Correction Department" to correct second-generation ancestors like me. The head of the Department of Correction is the cold-faced King of Hell, Shen Hanzhou, who keeps a straight face every day, as if someone owes him eight million.
Thus began the days of chaos in Beijing. I was responsible for digging the hole, and he was responsible for filling the soil; I was responsible for lighting the fire, and he was responsible for putting out the fire. I thought this was the ultimate showdown between me and the cold-faced King of Hell, until one day, he blocked me in a corner with red eyes: "Your Highness, when will you correct... My heart that beats for you?"
Me: "???" Wait, this script is wrong! What about hurting each other as promised? Why are you still blackmailing me?
