After being driven out of the marquis's estate, An Sijia angrily kicked the wall.
Her fury made her forget that she was only flesh and blood. Kicking a wall would do absolutely nothing to the wall.
Pain shot from her toes to her brain, and tears slid uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes.
[System: Don't lose heart, host. They say failure is the mother of success. Wenren Luoshui might be a little difficult to approach, but think about it: she's the daughter of His Majesty's close friend. Her family is harmonious, she can enter and leave the palace freely, and she even has businesses of her own.]
The system's voice brimmed with temptation, and with every point it made, another measure of greed crept into An Sijia's eyes.
That was right. With her status, Wenren Luoshui belonged to the tiny handful of people at the very tip of the pyramid in the Capital City.
All she had to do was earn her trust, and she could steal her life.
Then, even if she openly kept male lovers, no one would say a thing.
The thought that had begun to fade now held promise again.
An Sijia failed to notice the wicked, witchlike smile on the system bound to her.
Go ahead, revel in your jealousy!
Use every means at your disposal to steal other people's fortune!
The more wicked the soul, the more vitality it supplied.
Some people said that if the thought of going somewhere made you uncomfortable, you were better off not going.
Every morning, the thought of having to drag herself off to court left Wenren Luoshui thoroughly irritated.
Damn it!
*Why did she still have to get up early for work every single day when she had already transmigrated into the privileged class