[Soft, irresistibly seductive top-tier snake spirit + 1v2, both male leads are virgins + the male lead falls for her on his own + mistaken-identity drama with twins]
Ying Wu, a white snake spirit, is Blue Star's notorious romance writer. She often entertains herself while working through plot scenes, leaving her stories hanging in the middle. Punished by the God of Novels, she transmigrates into a book and becomes the delicate, physically frail female hostage of the Great Yan Empire. To get out, she has to follow the plot and win over the male leads through normal romance, all while a System is bound to her to keep watch.
The System won't let her get physical with anyone, spends all day upgrading and crashing, and knows nothing about the plot. Halfway through her mission, it tells her she's been pursuing the wrong target.
Ying Wu: “You won't let me touch him? Not a chance. You don't understand romance. I'll find another way.”
By day, she's the cool, reserved study companion. When Crown Prince Shen Shixiu reviews memorials, she leans against him with a pale face, and the noble, chaste prince pulls her into his arms.
Ying Wu raises an eyebrow at the System. “See? He was the one who showed concern for me.”
By night, she's the delicate prince, locked in a standoff on the blade's edge with the ruthless Director Shen Shiyuan. Claiming she needs to detoxify him, she insists on giving him the medicine that will save his life. “If you're going to keep an eye on me, why not be my personal attendant?”
Ying Wu exploits a loophole in the System's rules. “Thanks for asking, but you were the one who told me to save him.”
But who could have guessed?
The usually chaste crown prince descends from his pedestal for her. “Xiao Wu, who are you looking at?”
The bloodthirsty director of the Imperial Secret Police turns red-eyed for her. “A-Wu, can't you just give me a hug?”
When the plot completely falls apart, Ying Wu dusts herself off and prepares to fake her death and escape.
But the two of them join forces and block her path.
The crown prince cuts off her escape, his eyes dark with obsession.
The director of the Eastern Depot grabs her wrist fiercely, smiling coldly as he speaks in a vicious tone.
Ying Wu: “System! This! Is! All! Your! Fault!”
