Wife, You’re a Demon in Another World

She is a carefree beggar beneath the Peach Blossom Grove.

She is the mysterious owner of the Rosemary House.

She is a princess of a nation, noble by birth, who has had every identity stolen from her.

In truth, she is nothing more than a wisp of a soul who transmigrated from another world.

She is ever-changing, but no matter what form she takes, someone is always devotedly by her side.

She is an immortal, living freely among mountains and rivers, peerlessly beautiful and carefree, willing to give everything for love, whether friendship or romance.

She is a demon. How could she endure the pain of disfigurement, the humiliation, and the grievous harm done to everyone who cares about her? Even when it comes to her own family, she can end their lives with her own hands.

Excerpt One:

The little beggar lay peacefully beneath a peach tree, hugging a jar of wine. Her head tilted to one side, her body curled up as she slept soundly, letting pink petals drift down and cover her.

Excerpt Two:

A girl in white stood before the surging river, her body already covered in wounds, each one blooming like a strange red flower. The injuries on her face made her expression look terrifying.

“If I return, I will repay today's pain tenfold!”

She turned and resolutely leaped into the rushing river behind her.

I'm no good at writing introductions, so please read the story itself. Plenty of handsome men, and the ending is undecided.