[A pampered, radiant beauty with a vanity to match, a gorgeous little cat x A stern, steel-hearted prince who is utterly devoted to battle]
1.
Every morning, Wense's essential ritual is practicing her society-lady smile in front of a platinum crystal mirror.
The beauty in the mirror is dazzling, with rose-soft lips and golden hair like sunshine.
“Good morning, future empress, princess consort, grand duchess, or lord's wife (no alternative placements beyond the Third Ring)...”
A low, stern male voice suddenly rang out in her mind:
[Good morning. Also, a reminder: Imperial law states that bigamy can be punished by up to two hundred years in prison.]
Wense: ...?
2.
Wense is about to lose her mind over the male ghost inside her body.
Not only does he plan to impersonate the empire's second prince, his social skills are on par with those of a full-grown robot vacuum.
She puts on a deep-sea mineral mud mask that costs a thousand star coins a sheet.
[Rock strata? Excellent camouflage. What direction is the target approaching from?]
She eats only two leaves of greens for dinner to maintain her A4 waist.
[(Takes control of the body in the middle of the night) (Raids the fridge) (Eats a whole box of high-energy bars)]
The next day, Wense steps on the scale: ...and lets out a piercing shriek.
To reclaim her own pure, graceful body, Wense has no choice but to put on the coarse training uniform she despises and enroll in the most brutal military academy in the entire empire.
From then on, a legend spreads through the academy:
The new, delicate campus belle is a pampered little thing who gets winded after just a few steps, yet she always shrieks, “I'm so scared!” while slamming an S-rank heavy mecha into the ground with one hand.
The boys across campus tremble: Is this the legendary gap moe? I'm in love!
In a secluded corner, Wense pouts like a pufferfish, fuming: I told you to be more elegant! I nearly lost the gems on my nails!
3.
At the military academy's social dance, Wense holds a glass of champagne and eagerly surveys the empire's eligible rich bachelors.
But whenever she tries to swish over in her red dress, a harsh voice ruins the mood:
[First Legion major general? Genetic defect, a useless heir who got his position through family connections.]
[Eldest son of the finance minister? Weak legs. He wouldn't last three seconds in a real fight.]
Wense stamps her feet in a huff. “Mind your own business! Do you just hate the idea of me marrying into wealth?”
Her mind suddenly falls silent. After a long pause, a cold scoff, deliberately laced with bitterness.
[Wense, you could afford to be even more ambitious.]
His usually unruffled voice now stresses each word, on the verge of losing control.
[The most valuable man in the entire empire has already been forced to share a heartbeat with you.]
*One-on-one romance. The male and female leads share a body. A silly, sweet romance.
[Synopsis screenshotted on March 4, 2026]
Theme: Love makes reason surrender, and gives the weak armor.
Posing as an AI to Work for the Celestial Dragons
After Transmigrating into a Book, the Tragic Male Lead Was Reborn
Three Systems Are Crying to Claim Me
Every Day Is a Life-or-Death Question [Quick Transmigration]
Hualing Snow
Silk-Clad by Night
Her Secret
Heartless
A Century of Heartache
My Seventh Marriage Alliance Partner Is Still Alive
Better to Fall in Love Than Fight for the Throne