Luo Qingcheng looked at the brother in her arms, who had transmigrated into a Persian cat, then at the five incredibly handsome villain big shots before her. Each one radiated murderous hatred toward her.
She wiped away a tear, utterly despairing. “Big shots, what if I told you I was just holding a cat, transmigrated into a book, and got caught up in all this by accident? Would you believe me?”
Luo Qingcheng was dragged down by her brother and had to complete his System missions, all the while thinking every day about how to “escape this living hell.”
But…
The cunning, taciturn King of Beiling: “Qingcheng, I’ll give you all the world’s rarest treasures, and I’ll throw myself in as a bonus. Will you marry me?”
The aloof and noble heir to the prince’s title: “Luo Qingcheng, I’ll send eight sedan bearers to carry you to my estate as my princess consort. Will you marry me?”
The refined and scholarly head of the Si family: “Miss Qingcheng, I’m willing to present the formal betrothal gifts and marry you. Will you have me?”
The seductive, haughty master of Shadowmoon Pavilion: “Little thing, I’ll give you every rare medicine in the world. How about becoming the mistress of my pavilion?”
Xiao Mu, who hides his frail, lovesick self beneath a secret identity: “Luo Qingcheng, you’re the only one I could ever love. You’ve provoked me, so don’t even dream of escaping my side for the rest of your life.”
Wasn’t she supposed to be tormented to tears by five villains? Why were they all throwing themselves at her?
Luo Qingcheng: “I don’t like any of you! Can’t I just run away?”
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