“Are you sure she’ll wake up like this?”
“Serves her right. Ending up like this is her own doing—who told her to take the Forbidden Drug without permission?”
“Why bother saving her? If she dies, so be it. I’ll take the blame and follow her in death. Even if the Empire passes to her, it won’t develop well anyway.”
“Junyao, watch your words. You are the Princess’s Beast-husband, no matter what.” After the rebuke, a gentle voice followed, “How is she? When will the Princess wake up?”
“Her body is a bit cold. After warming her with the Blazing Heart, she should wake up in a while.”
“Hmph, Solans, you always defend her.” A disdainful snort came through.
Princess?
Her own doing?
Beast-husband?
Had she gotten dizzy from reading too much?
Even her dreams were this vivid—dreaming of the beast-world novel she’d been reading.
Sure enough, she’d read too much smut lately, and her brain had gone impure.
“But it’s been an hour already, and the Princess still hasn’t woken up.” The gentle, concerned voice rang out again.
“The longer she stays asleep, the better. Ideally she never wakes up at all, so she can’t harm anyone else.”
“The medicine should be taking effect by now.” The voice was neither cold nor warm.
After Yan Jin finished speaking, he raised his hand and placed it on the neck of the person lying on the Blue Crystal Bed.
Sheng Anlan had been about to listen more closely when she felt a cool sensation on her neck, as if something had touched her skin.
Slightly rough, with a hint of icy coolness.
The feeling seemed a little too real—not quite like a dream.
Before she could figure it out, a surge of air rose from her lungs, traveled up her throat, and burst from her mouth.
“Cough—”
Sheng Anlan was jolted awake by her own coughing, her eyelids fluttering open.
It was a bed made of blue crystal, glittering brilliantly in the natural light. Following the light, she looked to the side—and what came into view were two fair-skinned bodies, both lying on the same bed as her.
Sheng Anlan’s first thought was that these two were really good-looking.
Her second thought was that this bed was huge—it could fit three people.
Then, seeing their completely naked bodies, her third thought was: No way!
This was too stimulating, too absurd, too unimaginable.
This… three people lying in one bed!
Wait… wasn’t this a bit much?
What a dream she was having…
Still, her taste was pretty good.
The one on the far left had clear eyes gleaming with an amber luster, and his ears were rounded and pointed upward, somewhat like a deer’s—looking quite adorable. But when he noticed her gaze, he shot her a straight, glaring look.
The one right next to him had much deeper, sharper eyes, silver hair in a wolf-tail style, a clean, sharp jawline, and three golden earrings hanging from his pointed ears—handsome and full of spirit. Sensing that she was awake, a hint of contempt flashed in his eyes, as if he found it a pity that she had woken up.
Both of them were bare from the waist up, chests exposed.
The Fawn-eared one’s chest wasn’t very muscular—just a thin layer, perfectly lean muscle, his body slightly slender, giving off a youthful air.
The wolf-eared one’s muscles were far more developed, his chest full, his abs and pecs neatly stacked. One glance was enough to tell he never skipped training.
Sheng Anlan’s eyes went wide as she stared—what kinds of handsome men were these?
Of course, that was if she ignored the two pairs of disgusted glances.
While she was still dazed, a pale, well-defined hand pressed against her forehead. Gentle eyes looked down at her. “The Princess is awake. Are you feeling any discomfort?”
Only when she felt real body warmth again did Sheng Anlan come back to her senses. Something about this seemed… off.
Even for a dream, this was far too vivid. And just a second ago she had been at White Horse Temple, burning incense to pray for romance—how had she suddenly ended up lying in a bed?
But before she could ponder further, the man smiled at her and called out again, “Princess?”
The person before her had gentle features and jet-black hair, his eyes carrying a trace of concern.
Compared to the two who had been completely exposed, this one, though also lying in the bed, wore a white shirt that was only half unbuttoned, revealing just a sliver of jade-toned skin. She couldn’t see everything, but from the way the fabric was pushed out at his chest, he clearly had muscle too.
This was the first friendly gaze she’d received.
Sheng Anlan quickly shook her head.
Seeing that her color had returned to normal, the figure on her right began gathering up the medical equipment, speaking in a clear, mellow voice. “Since she’s fine, I’ll take my leave.”
Only then did Sheng Anlan notice there was someone else beside her.
Which meant she had miscounted earlier—five people had been sleeping in one bed.
What an explosive, scandalous scene.
But this man wasn’t lying down; his body was slightly propped up. He was the most fully dressed of them all—also in a white shirt, not a single button undone. His eyes were cold and distant, with blue pupils, and his features were as exquisite as a figurine’s. Such a beautiful person, yet even noticing her staring, he didn’t look at her.
Solans nodded to Yan Jin. “Thank you for your trouble.”
The other showed no particular reaction, finished packing up, and walked out the door.
Once Yan Jin was gone, Li Luo glanced at Solans. “Since she’s fine, I’ll be going too.”
“Li Luo, wait—I’m coming too,” Fu Junyao added, following along.
With that, the two left together.
For a moment, only Sheng Anlan and Solans remained on the spacious bed.
“Princess, would you like some water?”
The moment Solans spoke, Sheng Anlan cut him off. “You go out too.”
A flicker of surprise crossed Solans’s eyes, but it quickly faded. He bowed his head respectfully. “Then rest well, Princess. Lans will take his leave. If you have any other commands, you may summon Lans at any time.”
With that, Solans turned and left.
His steps were unhurried, his departure composed and graceful. Sheng Anlan watched his retreating figure and sank into thought.
Where on earth was this?
She remembered only going to White Horse Temple to burn incense, praying that she could date more handsome men—and then the incense burner had exploded.
If she hadn’t misheard, those people had called her Sheng Anlan!
Could she have transmigrated into a novel?
She wondered if she had a system.
She tried calling out: System, who is Sheng Anlan?
As she spoke, no white figure appeared before her; instead, a mechanical voice sounded in her ear.
At the same time, a blue screen flashed into view:
“Sheng Anlan is the Eldest Princess of the Azure Empire and the Crown Princess personally appointed by Queen Kaka. She is the most powerful Female-type in the Empire, possessing S3-rank Mental Power, and currently has seven Beast-husbands.”
This blue-green thing—could it be an Optical Computer?
And the Azure Empire?
What was that supposed to be?
While Sheng Anlan was still in shock, the Optical Computer, as if sensing her brainwaves, immediately voiced answers to the very things she had just been wondering about.
“The Azure Empire was founded by the Holy Female Queen Sheng You six hundred years ago. It is the only empire on the Azure Planet and the greatest power in the entire galaxy.”
Only then did Sheng Anlan confirm it—she really had transmigrated, and into a world of the future, or more precisely, the Interstellar Era.
An era where females held power, too. The “Sheng” family the Optical Computer mentioned was the surname of the royal house.
Fragments of blurry memories still lingered in her mind: the original owner had drunk a bottle of Forbidden Drug, then summoned all four of her Beast-husbands.
But before anything could happen, she had collapsed, her whole body ice-cold.
And that was when Sheng Anlan’s soul had transmigrated into this body.
So the deer ears and wolf ears she’d just seen were real?
Those were Beastmen?
“The Beast-husbands have been registered. Please confirm the entry, Your Highness.”
Before Sheng Anlan could recover from the Optical Computer’s information, a round robot rolled over from the side and gave a mechanical reminder.
With that, it stopped right in front of her.
Sheng Anlan stared at it, utterly bewildered.
Registered? What did that mean?
She walked up to the robot, and a digital screen appeared before her eyes.
【Open the Archive Ledger?】
Sheng Anlan tapped confirm, and a table filled with dates appeared before her, bearing several names.
Beast-husbands: Solans, Li Luo, Yan Jin, Fu Junyao.
Shall any attend your bed tonight?
Sheng Anlan: “…”
What was all this? It was exactly like the ledger of the Imperial Bedchamber Office in those Qing palace dramas.
In an instant, a bolt of sheer absurdity struck her.
She had dreamed of beautiful men, sure, but never anything this concrete—waiting for her to flip their nameplates like choosing concubines, with everything recorded on file.
So the original owner had been living such a blissful life, with beautiful men lined up awaiting her favor.