Liu Wuxi, a skilled assassin from a mysterious organization, died in a plane crash and somehow transmigrated to ancient times. She thought it would be one of those melodramatic transmigration plots, where the original owner was a timid, unloved legitimate (or illegitimate) daughter. She prepared herself for a fight, only to discover that she had transmigrated into a spoiled woman who lived for pleasure and had a terrible character. Her princess's residence was full of handsome men, each one extraordinary in his own way. Her little princess's residence was actually a place where the current emperor cultivated talent. "Mo Yu is my man." She was the first person in the capital to call a Vice Minister her man. He smiled at her warmly, like a spring breeze, his eyes holding a hint of mirth. In the end, she discovered that he was the feared yet beloved King Yan of the current dynasty, the man who had taken her first time and ravaged her with abandon. "Mo Yu, you... you lied to me." "How did I lie? My surname is Mo, and my given name is Yu. I'm the one you want to be with..."
