In her previous life, Qin Wanru met a tragic end, becoming the first woman in the Eastern Cang Kingdom to be executed by the cruel punishment of waist-chopping. Even at her death, she never realized that her identity had long been stolen by her elder sister, Qin Yuru, who replaced her, living as the noblewoman she should have been and enjoying all the glory and favor that rightfully belonged to her. Now, returned to the age of eleven, she smashes the bridal sedan, leaps over walls, rescues her aunt, and tramples on the wicked—all to peel away one layer after another of the conspiracies that once entangled her, until the truth is finally revealed to the world. But who is this? The deposed crown prince who seized the throne in her past life? He stretches out his leg—does he mean for her to cling to him? This dazzling, golden thigh—should she hold onto it or not? And if she does, in what manner would be most appropriate? Gritting her teeth, Qin Wanru decides to hold on! Only, her embrace is so graceful and exquisite that the golden thigh resolves to let her hold on for a lifetime! Now, how is she supposed to deal with this?.

When a shattered world is reborn, which rung of society will you find yourself on? When conviction becomes your only bargaining chip for survival, can you find a way out of desperation? When a bizarre and dazzling hunting ground emerges... The author sighs, “Wait, why make the synopsis so complicated?” “In truth, it’s just the inspiring tale of a homebody who traverses worlds and is reborn, equipped with an extraordinary system. He braves eighty-one tribulations in the hunting grounds, retrieves the sacred scripture, and rises to become the King of Hunters.” “What a mess.” “Come on, brother, give it a double tap!”.

She was the prodigious head of the illustrious Tang family—breathtakingly beautiful, arrogant, languid, and ruthlessly cunning. He was the crippled Prince of War of the Tianlong Empire—devastatingly handsome, stoic, scheming, and sly. Once dismissed as a foolish and useless noble lady, she overturned her fate overnight and became the most sought-after heiress in the capital, so much so that even the Crown Prince personally came to propose marriage! A single rumor swept the city: the eldest daughter of the General’s Manor had already spent the night with the Prince of War, and the rice was cooked! She protested, “My chastity mark is still intact! When did I ever get pregnant? How could you so shamelessly spread such rumors?” He replied, “Are you bothered that I haven’t actually cooked the rice with you yet? No worries. There’s still time for that.” She sputtered, “Hey, hey, hey, Prince of War—gentlemen use their words, not their hands!”.

The work, written in the form of an essay, narrates a girl's journey of growing up. Perhaps it is the story of our own youth....

In the verdant fields of Wanqu, a solitary tombstone stood amidst the lush grass. Upon it were words inscribed in blood: My wife, Mingchu, was innocent and full of laughter, the one whom Yuewu loved most in this life. Now her bright soul is lost, and I only hope she drinks the soup of oblivion in the underworld, forgetting all that has passed. In the next life, I swear to marry you properly with all the rites and ceremonies, and never let go of your hand. A man held a little girl in his arms before the tombstone. In a childish voice, the girl asked, “Father, is Mother lying down here beneath us?” “Yes.” The man’s eyes were filled with sorrow. The little girl asked again, “Who is this Yuewu mentioned on the stone?” “He... He was the one your mother loved most in her life.” “Wasn’t the person Mother loved most you, Father?” The little girl blinked her eyes in wonder. The man’s tears fell before he could hold them back. “Chuyue, your mother’s greatest hatred in this life was for your father.”.