Three Souls, One Body

After dying in a bungee-jumping accident, Tang Hui opened her eyes to find herself the third princess of the Tianyan Dynasty, who had been a fool for three years.

At court, someone proposed that she marry the ninth prince of the Murong Dynasty to secure an alliance.

She slapped him flying ten feet, then tore off the hem of his court robe and slapped it over his face. "Cover yourself. You're an eyesore."

The entire court was stunned.

But Tang Hui was even more stunned herself. It seemed there were two other people living in her head.

One was a goddess who had died in battle ten thousand years ago, and spoke only of the greater good of all living beings.

The other was the original owner, who had been secretly murdered three years ago and had the swagger of a man from the martial world.

Three women, one body.

One wanted to build a career, not save the world. One wanted to go back and beat up the people who had plotted against her. The last had been sighing for ten thousand years.

Tang Hui had a headache.

And outside, there was a whole crowd: a prodigy prince secretly in love with her, a lovesick young Taoist nun who adored her when she dressed as a man, an innkeeper who always seemed to have an ulterior motive, and the mysterious Jietian Sect.

She only wanted to quietly beat someone up. Why was that so hard?