Lord Sheng's Sweetheart Is Causing Trouble Again

After years of cultivation, a young nun comes down from the mountain. Her top priority is to marry her childhood betrothed and save her family from ruin.

Back in the day, her mother had arranged for her to become related by marriage to one of four men.

Fiance Number One scoffs: “Sorry, I have a girlfriend.”

Fiance Number Two gives her a flirtatious smile: “Sorry, I’m taken.”

Fiance Number Three snaps: “Get lost!”

Fiance Number Four is even younger than her: “Big Sis, I’m still a kid.”

Shi Ruyue tries to sell herself anyway: “Marrying me is a great deal. I’m a little bit good at everything. Take me home, and you won’t regret it!”

“Name the two things you’re best at.”

Shi Ruyue: “Striking a wooden fish drum and chanting sutras.”

“Get the hell out of here!”

The young nun furrows her brow in confusion. “If you don’t want to marry me, that’s fine, but why insult me? I can also tell fortunes and change people’s luck, read the stars at night, and I know a little medicine. I’m pretty good at martial arts too. I just hadn’t gotten around to mentioning those.”

Master Sheng, Sheng Jiangtian, is famously picky, arrogant, cold, and uninterested in women.

The only time in his life he ever softened his heart

was when, in a moment of foolish infatuation, he took in this young nun, who had been rejected by all her prospective husbands and seemed rather pitiful.

But the longer he kept her around, the more he began to sense that something was off...

She looks honest and well-behaved, but she’s actually a shameless flirt.

She likes watching handsome young men strike alluring poses, and she likes watching pretty girls sing and dance.

She looks helpless and fragile, but in truth she’s unmatched in sheer ferocity.

Whenever danger strikes, she slaps him behind her and stands in front of him, nearly leaving the onlookers speechless.

She looks like a useless little thing, doing nothing all day but strike the wooden fish drum and chant sutras...

But why do people keep coming to ask her to strike the drum? How did her chanting cure his years of insomnia? She even went out to read people’s faces as a fortune-teller, and people actually believed her? And those dark, lumpy pills she makes: why are fools really buying them at auction?

What’s more, her former fiancees keep showing up one after another. “Uncle Sheng, I’d like to ask Ruyue to chant sutras with me.”

“I’d like to ask Ruyue to strike the wooden fish drum with me.”

“I’d like to...”

Sheng Jiangtian grows increasingly irritable. “Get lost!”