Chapter 1

In the name of cleaning up the internet, the system dumped me, an erotic-fiction heroine, straight into a chaste romance for rehabilitation.

Hilarious. There was no rehabilitating me.

If anyone was going to change, it would be them!

An erotic-fiction heroine never admits defeat.

I had lost my harem in my old world. I was absolutely going to start a new one here.

The system hadn’t entirely lost its conscience. It had made me the most powerful princess in this world.

I studied the stunning face in the mirror.

Then I asked the maid beside me,

“With a face like this and my position, shouldn’t I have at least seven or eight male favorites?”

The maid looked as if the sky had fallen. “Your Highness,” she sobbed, “how can you say such a thing?”

“…”

The horrors of a chaste world.

The first man I set my sights on was this world’s male lead, Zhao Heche.

His beauty shone like the moon and stars.

Already a member of the Grand Secretariat at his young age, he was the most celebrated young gentleman in the capital.

Honestly, I hadn’t particularly wanted to get involved with the male lead of a chaste romance.

But he was simply too handsome.

Every inch of him was exactly my type.

The moment I saw him, I thought: I have to find a way to get that man.

I gave some careful thought to how I’d reduced men to lovesick fools in the past.

First, say something to him.

Then give him one smoldering look.

And done.

Seemed easy enough.

I put on the man-slaying makeup I’d worn in my old world, then changed into this world’s most sumptuous gown.

A two-pronged attack.

How could he possibly resist?

I strolled out of my residence.

Time for a “chance encounter” outside the Zhao estate.

When Zhao Heche stepped out of his carriage and saw me, he looked slightly startled, then bowed.

He was tall and slender. His dark-red court robes set off a face as fine as jade, and his eyes regarded me with the cool brilliance of winter stars.

Something fluttered inside me.

Right. Say anything. Break the ice.

“Hey. Want to kiss?”

“…”

Lord Zhao, who could remain utterly composed before the emperor, who wouldn’t flinch if a mountain collapsed in front of him, froze.

To be honest, so did I.

Why had I said the quiet part out loud?

This was precisely when I needed to stay calm.

What came next? Oh, the look.

I lowered my lashes, then tilted the corners of my eyes up at Zhao Heche.

Ha. Seductive glances? I could do those in my sleep!

Zhao Heche frowned slightly. “Your Highness’s eyes… Are you feeling unwell?”

I took a deep breath. Erotic fiction was all about being direct, after all.

“Lord Zhao, I’m making eyes at you.”

His frown deepened.

I didn’t yet understand how earth-shattering my behavior was to a chaste-romance male lead.

So my exquisite, elegant Lord Zhao filed a complaint and had me thrown in jail.

Four hours into my stay, I still couldn’t figure out how we’d ended up here.

Normally, by now, we should have reached the part with all the panting and moaning.

Why was I in jail?

I pondered this deeply.

My younger brother, the crown prince, came to see me.

He crept about as if what I’d done was a terrible embarrassment. “Sister, you can cause any other kind of trouble you please. Why did you have to do something so scandalous?”

He looked heartbroken. “Even I can’t help you with this.”

I was stunned.

The horrors of a chaste world.

I was the emperor’s eldest daughter, with real power in my hands. Surely I deserved credit for not stripping anyone in the street. I couldn’t even say a few words?

The crown prince sighed. “Stay another four hours. Then I’ll sneak you out.”

And so I, an erotic-fiction heroine, spent eight hours in jail for making eyes at a chaste-romance male lead.

One look had confirmed it: Zhao Heche was a man I couldn’t get.