Steal All the Male Leads and Leave the Heroine Nowhere to Turn

[Historical Romance + Transmigrated into a Book + Cannon-Fodder Villainess + Multiple Male Leads + Romantic Tension + Satisfying Reversals + Love Rival Showdowns + Giving Up + Wish-Fulfillment + The Wife-Chasing Crematorium + Strong Female Lead] I transmigrate into a historical romance novel as the villainess Su Yunxue, and open my eyes at the scene of my broken engagement. A haughty young lord, a sickly and possessive imperial uncle, the wealthiest man in Jiangnan, a hostage prince from a foreign land, and a stone-faced general: five powerful men who hold sway over the court are joining forces to make me confess, all for the sake of their beloved white moonlight. I smile and slap the divorce papers against the young lord's face. “I've ended our engagement. Also, you spent eight thousand taels on your beloved over the past three years. The principal and interest are due. Pay up now.” The comments explode: “A counterattack from the start! She's so cool!” “The villainess persona never fades!” Once I've completely given up, I focus on making money. I open a hotpot restaurant, sell cheongsams, and invest in a river embankment. Everyone calls me a vulgar merchant and says I'm corrupting public morals. That is, until a palace banquet where their white lotus dazzles everyone with a dance, while my epidemic prevention prescription earns the Empress's praise: “Far more meaningful than a flashy, empty dance.” My restaurant is packed every day, and they take turns coming to investigate, each one blushing to the tips of his ears. When the young lord lets me feed him a piece of meat, his Adam's apple bobs. “I-it's quite good...” When I sprain my ankle, the imperial uncle catches me by the waist. I stroke his palm with my fingertip. “Uncle, you have quite a strong hand.” As the general ties the sash of my cheongsam, his fingers tremble, and he can't bring himself to look at the expanse of snowy skin at the back of my neck. I tease the richest man, holding a banknote between my teeth. “Could I pay the interest with myself?” The hostage prince grips my ankle, his foreign ring cold against my skin. “County Lady, play with fire and you'll get burned.” The comments go wild: “She flirted with all five!” “She's a master of keeping everyone happy!” “The love rival showdowns never end!”