What’s the most tragic thing in the world?
You’re in heaven, but your money’s still in the bank.
That was Eleven: code-named Agent 79811. Before she could taste every delicacy and have her fill of handsome men and pretty boys, she had to bid farewell to the lovely twenty-first century and woke up as the foolish Ninth Miss of the Rong family.
From then on, she was a born beauty and a walking disaster every day.
But Heaven took pity on her and sent her several brilliant romantic prospects. Still, no matter how many thousands of peach blossoms there were, the Rong family’s little menace would choose only one.
As for the peach blossom of Ninth Miss Rong Qiannian, the Rong family’s darling: they said he was a future emperor, the ruler chosen by fate; they said he was the overlord of the Snowlands, a legend of the martial world; they said he wore white and looked more celestial than an immortal; they said he had a cinnabar mark between his brows and couldn’t walk…
Every time she heard a new rumor, Ninth Miss Rong Qiannian would hide under the covers and giggle mischievously, hugging her handsome husband. “That’s my husband. Impressive, isn’t he?”
