The Foolish Beauty Will Never Admit Defeat

I've been thinking about this story for a long time, and I don't know how to continue it. There's really no central plot. If I update it further, I may end up heavily revising it to make sure the story wraps up in 70,000 words, so please hold off reading for now. *bows*

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Su Lanzhi thought her life was perfect, until a "Malice Monitoring" System appeared.

That was when she discovered that her kind stepmother had always wanted her dead, her gentle eldest brother wanted to sell her to a brothel, and her personal maid was cheating her out of money...

Su Lanzhi: QAQ!

What she hadn't expected was that her nemesis, Bai Yu, the eldest daughter of the Bai family, held no malice toward her at all.

Even more surprising, everyone around Bai Yu was plotting against her, and she was in an even worse situation than Su Lanzhi.

Su Lanzhi had finally found an "ally." Knowing that someone else in the world had it worse than she did instantly restored her peace of mind.

Out of sympathy, she wrote to warn Bai Yu:

"Your family's guard is trying to hurt you."

"Your maid is trying to hurt you."

"Your madam is trying to hurt you."

After receiving these letters again and again, Bai Yu went straight to her door.

Su Lanzhi asked in surprise, "How did you know it was me?"

Bai Yu replied coolly, "Your handwriting is ugly."

Su Lanzhi: "..."

That was why she couldn't stand Bai Yu.

But she never expected that, through a twist of fate, the two would become close sisters. On the day before Su Lanzhi's wedding, she looked at Bai Yu with tears in her eyes. "When I'm no longer by your side, you have to be even more careful."

Bai Yu: "..."

That night, Su Lanzhi saw Bai Yu in her bridal chamber.

After recovering from the shock, Su Lanzhi said, "Good heavens, my husband married two women at once! But it's fine. A husband is like clothing, but sisters are like limbs. We're close sisters, so we won't get jealous or fight over a husband, right?"

Bai Yu gently brushed a fingertip along her chin and gave a sardonic smile.

"A husband is like clothing? Look carefully. I'm your husband."

P.S. A lovable, sunny, slightly silly heroine vs. a gloomy, world-weary, sharp-tongued hero. They heal each other.

The hero disguises himself as a woman, not because of some strange fetish, but because he has his reasons. (In historical romance, there are only so many possible reasons.)

Theme: Love can transcend identity, and joy can transcend class.