After the System Crashed, the Plot Completely Fell Apart

Song Jingzhi transmigrated into a book. There were two people in it she loathed most: a delicate prince, refined and obsessively fastidious, and a sinister, ruthless war god prince. As long as she stayed away from those two, she could live in peace. System: “The System has given you more gold and silver than you could ever spend. Remember to buy the entire city.” Song Jingzhi clutched her purse. “Keep your wealth to yourself.” System: “The System has given you beauty and mastery of poetry, music, and the arts. Win first place in the Moonlight Tower competition.” Song Jingzhi decided not to enter. “The competition is fierce. People who push themselves too hard die young.” System: “The next event is the selection of imperial consorts. The System has made you a dazzling, multicolored outfit.” Song Jingzhi: “Stop making it. I don’t want to stand out.” System: “You have to do as I say.” Song Jingzhi: “You’re just a System. I suggest you mind your own business.” The System crashed... After bringing the System down, Song Jingzhi made a beeline out of the capital. But her carefree days didn’t last long. Song Jingzhi soon realized the plot seemed to have gone off the rails. Her incorruptible father had started loving money, and her scheming, vicious aunt thought she was so useless that she couldn’t even be bothered to compete with her anymore. Song Jingzhi sifted through a pile of calling cards and invitations, and pulled out two wedding invitations. The refined, noble young master: “No rush. Take your time choosing.” The sinister, attention-seeking young master: “Choose me!” Song Jingzhi raised an eyebrow. “Can you both just get lost?” (System: Here, here! Take the pen and write it yourself, go on!)