[A beautiful, ruthless transmigrated woman versus the powerful men of every faction | A honey trap targeting the rich and powerful]
Cheng Siye: That hairpin of yours is quite exquisite.
Ji He: Reporting to the general, Youyou made it for me herself.
Cheng Siye: Whose sachet is this? It helped me sleep soundly all night.
Chu Ming: General, don’t even ask. It must be from your perfect-in-every-way Youyou.
Ji He: G-General, this sachet was given to me by Youyou. If you like the scent, I can ask her to copy the recipe for you. But, um, you’ll have to give this one back to me...
Later, he caught the apricot she tossed down to him from the city wall. It was perfectly ripe.
The white silk handkerchief wrapped around it was embroidered with the characters Youyou.
Ji He: General, th-this was given to me by Youyou.
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Youyou threw herself at her aunt’s legs and clung to them, sobbing pitifully.
“Auntie, I don’t want to!”
“My cousin and I have been engaged since we were children. How could I possibly go and serve the general?”
“Your aunt has no choice. Just for one night. I’ll keep it from Ji He. After that, you... you can still marry him.”
“Auntie!” Youyou tried to plead again.
“Go. Just go.” Unable to bear looking at her any longer, Madam turned away.
Youyou collapsed helplessly to the floor, covering her face with a snow-white silk handkerchief. Her sobs soaked it with tears.
Afraid someone might see the smile she could barely contain on the other side of the handkerchief, she quickly lowered her head.
This night with the general was something she had schemed and schemed to win.
A note from the author:
Luming, nickname Youyou.
She transmigrated into this book.
At first, it was like playing a game: all she wanted was to survive. Later, she wanted to live more comfortably.
[All the male leads are virgins]
