Forced to become a concubine and locked in a woodshed, Yan Ling, once the legitimate eldest daughter of the Marquis’s household, died on a snowy night.
Even after being reborn, she had only seven days left to live.
The System told her that if she wanted to survive, she had to harvest love.
The more obsessive, painful, and self-abasing the love, the more it was worth.
So, at the Marquis’s household reunion banquet, the legitimate eldest daughter who had been “lost in the wilds” for over a decade lowered her eyes. Her voice was as soft as snow.
“Ling’er has drifted alone for half her life. I only ask for a roof over my head and the slightest bit of compassion.”
The powerful men seated above her were aloof or amused. Not one of them took her seriously.
Later…
The cold-blooded, abstinent Prince Regent knelt on one knee in the Golden Hall, his voice hoarse. “Ling’er, I’ll give you my life.”
The upright top scholar personally presented her with secret letters implicating all his political enemies. His eyes were reddened. “Would you let me use these to earn one more glance from you?”
The king of a foreign tribe from the borderlands laid his imperial dragon robes at her feet, his posture humble. “My kingdom is yours, and so am I. Punish me however you like.”
Even the most dissolute Crown Prince, eyes red, pressed the Eastern Palace keys into her palm. He smiled with desperate, obsessive devotion. “You want to run? Then take the Eastern Palace with you, or… lock me up.”
Meanwhile, Yan Ling reclined against the highest throne, lightly tapping her knee with one finger as she watched them bow before her, competing for even a hint of her compassion.
The System’s prompt rang softly in her mind:
【Love points have been exchanged in excess.】
【Congratulations, you have obtained eternal life.】
I don't really like this kind of deal between multiple people, but the author's writing is pretty good.