Reborn as the Legitimate Daughter: Young Lord, Please Take Me as Your Bride

[One-on-one romance, devoted love, revenge on scumbags, both leads’ first time. Come on in!] She is Fu Rongsheng, the “calamity-bringing witch” whom everyone wants dead. At the title, Fu Rongsheng simply smiles. As long as she can achieve her goal, none of that matters. But once she succeeds and the throne is within reach, she becomes the greatest obstacle of all. After a cup of poisoned wine, she is drained of all her blood, tortured, and left to die. Only in her final moments does she learn that she has been mistaking someone else for the person she was looking for all along. Her greatest regret is dying without ever holding that person’s hand. Reborn, Fu Rongsheng has just one wish: find that person, take his hand, and stay by his side forever. But at home, she has an unscrupulous father and a vicious stepmother. There are also the people who conspired to kill both her and him in her previous life. And there are all sorts of people who refuse to let the two of them live happily, standing in their way. Fu Rongsheng swears: for every one who comes, she’ll kill one; for every two who come, she’ll wipe out the pair! She will make them pay for their blood debts! * He is Prince Rong’s heir, Ruan Yuanqing, born under an unusual fate and doomed to die before the age of twenty. Everyone knows him for his savage and unpredictable nature. They say those who hear of him are terrified, while those who see him are struck senseless. He expected to spend his life alone, never imagining he would feel something different after meeting her. She isn’t afraid of him. She always finds some excuse to get close. She isn’t intimidated by him. She always smiles at him. She doesn’t avoid him. She always... wants to take his hand. So he wants her by his side. He wants to take her hand in return. * [Reunion after rebirth] She is badly wounded while saving him. But he... gives her a rattle drum. She looks up at him. “A Qing, is this for me?” He freezes. No one has ever called him that before. Before he can say anything, she has already shaken the rattle and made it sound. She smiles at him, eyes curving like crescent moons. “A Qing, I love it!” At that moment, his heart seems to skip a beat. P.S. The author is terrible at writing blurbs, so please read the story itself.