The generals' household produces one tough girl after another.
The old general notices that the marquises who arrive to ask for his daughters' hands, all spirited and dashing, turn into henpecked husbands one by one after marrying them...
The old general starts drafting a new set of family rules: “Dote on her! Dote on her until she reaches the heavens, the moon, and the sun! I'll be damned if we can't dote on her enough to turn her into a sweet, gentle girl!”
A handsome father: “The heir is too domineering? The prince is too arrogant? You want to teach them to be gentle men? Go on, teach them well. Dad will dote on you!”
A beautiful mother: “I'm going to spoil my little darling daughter rotten. Worried she'll fall if she's spoiled too much? Don't worry. I'll have your four brothers stand around you, ready to catch you at a moment's notice!”
The transmigrated girl says she could laugh in her sleep. No fighting, no scheming, just a sweet and happy life...
But why do those white-lotus types always fall out of their muddy ponds and land face-first in the dirt?
