The Peerless Hypnotist: My Lord, Please Get Dressed

Reborn as a lowly concubine-born daughter, the mighty S-rank agent finds herself trapped in the imperial palace. Luckily, she still has a killer trump card. She tears apart white lotus schemers and tramples conniving bitches. This golden finger is almost too powerful. What, you want to slap me? Fine, go ahead and slap yourself a few times first. What, you want to frame me? Fine, turn around and go find your own master. What, you want to get into my bed? Fine, lie down and don’t move! Otherwise, you can forget about keeping your precious little treasure. But then the scheming prince climbs into bed with her and flashes a wicked smile. “Sweetheart, your hypnosis doesn’t work on me. When it comes to this sort of thing, leave it to me.”