Ye Lingshuang was a classic member of the ruling elite, with immense power, boundless wealth, and countless handsome men at her beck and call.
Perhaps Heaven couldn’t stand to see it, because she was betrayed by someone she trusted and died in a hail of bullets.
Then she transmigrated into the role of the true heiress, doomed to die in a story about a fake and a true heiress.
The System she was bound to right away ordered her to win over four male leads.
Ha.
What a joke. She’d always been the one people fawned over. She’d never had any reason to chase after anyone.
Ye Lingshuang: Either they come after me, or we’re not doing this.
System: That could work, too.
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And then things started getting weird.
The breathtaking, flirtatious courtesan: Please, dote on me.
The stern, aloof commander: Those wretches must have seduced her.
The frail, upright, kind-hearted innocent: I’ll follow you, Big Sister, even if I have to be your servant.
The gentle, refined first merchant of the empire, as graceful as an immortal: My chest hurts so much. Will you rub it for me?
One stunning beauty after another blossoms before her, each falling for her.
Ye Lingshuang: Tell me, the System forced you into this, didn’t it?
Everyone: Forced? What’s that supposed to mean? It’s called love at first sight.
Off to the side, a sinister, obsessive assassin from the martial world grits his teeth: Why can’t I be one of the people in her harem? The moon shines high above, yet refuses to shine on me!
When she’s had her fill, she prepares to return to the modern world.
Ye Lingshuang: Wait, why are they all following me?
Encourage yourself