Xia Xia died because an underworld employee mistakenly took the wrong person, and was forced to become a quick transmigration System.
Her mission targets: love-struck protagonists in historical romance novels who get put through the wringer.
“Hey, heroine jumping off that cliff, hold on! The hero loves your money!”
“Your Highness, the person you truly love is the girl selling sesame flatbreads at the gate, not the prime minister’s legitimate daughter!”
Outwitting white lotuses and stomping on scumbag dads, System Xia Xia is so busy that her little flower-fairy wings are practically sparking.
At long last, after earning enough merit points in nine worlds, Xia Xia cheerfully prepared to be reborn.
But the tyrant hero from the final world grabbed her little wings, his voice hoarse as he said:
“Your merit is complete? Did you ask for My permission?”
