Bai Ze is the second prince of the Kingdom of Yue.
He was enfeoffed as Prince Qin at a young age, with the prosperous Jiangling as his domain.
His birth mother died during childbirth, and he was raised by the gentle and virtuous Empress.
His closest elder brother is the current Crown Prince, and the two are as thick as thieves.
Bai Ze is always dressed in vibrant colors—red, orange, yellow, green, indigo, blue, purple—in various patterns and styles, looking exquisite and noble.
While others might resemble peacocks strutting in such flamboyant attire?
On him, it becomes the dashing charm of a fair-skinned, red-lipped young man, captivating countless noble ladies.
“Bai Ze is gentle and courteous to those he favors, but sharp-tongued and sarcastic to those he dislikes—clear in his loves and hates.”
“He might get drunk in a moment of joy, reveling all night, and perform the long-lost Sacrificial Dance of the Wizard Clan, leaving those who witness it forever haunted by the awe-inspiring divine dance… I wonder if he’d ever dance it for me…”
“When Xiao Ze was 15, he single-handedly infiltrated an enemy camp at midnight to rescue a hostage, emerging unscathed with an aura of murderous intent; yet he could also gently rescue a kitten in a storm and care for it tenderly.”
“…Tell me, who wouldn’t fall for such a young man!”
The System shut off the communication channel and silently went offline.
It was too guilty to listen any further.
Sun Ningning had been instantly captivated by this character setting—a beautiful, strong, tragic youth who laughed and scolded freely, was immensely gentle, yet bore hidden burdens—sparking both her curiosity and a naive maiden’s heart.
From then on, she fell into the “abyss of unrequited love.”
Day and night, she pined for this fictional character, remaining single until her death.
“Hey, hey, are you really offline?” Sun Ningning called out several times, but the System feigned death and ignored her.
Fine, she admitted she was a bit obsessed, and Little System had heard enough.
The lavender lamp base cast a faint, yellowish glow from the candle.
The night breeze was cool, bamboo shadows swayed.
Sun Ningning had no trace of sleepiness. Lying stiffly on her back, she repeatedly etched her darling in her heart.
“Bai Ze, Xiao Ze, Ze Ze… what exactly do you look like…”
“Even if you’re not as peerlessly beautiful as the novel describes, I still like you—so, so much!”
“It’s fine if you’re not 188cm tall, 178cm is enough… you like wearing colorful clothes, I’ll dye 21st-century patterns for you…”
Amid these soft confessions, Sun Ningning slowly closed her eyes.
Her moist cherry lips still moved faintly.
Where the mind lingers by day, dreams follow by night.
In the late hours, the System was summoned online by Sun Ningning’s cries for help in her dream.
When it peeked into the dream, the System guiltily retreated again.
It’s not my fault!
Who knew this person would appear in two books at once!
You never said which version you liked!
Now it’s too late!
Blame yourself. Yes, blame yourself for not clarifying!
Sun Ningning was still screaming in her mind: “Little System, hurry up! I’m about to be killed by this corrupted Bai Ze in my dream! Oh my god, ahhhh!”
In a void of bewildering mist
The ground was stained crimson with the stench of blood, as if a massacre had just occurred.
Sun Ningning was pinned against a peach blossom tree, her slender wrists gripped by Bai Ze and pressed above her head.
A sharp blade had already nicked her throat.
Just a bit more force, and she would experience the agony of having her throat slit in the dream.
His deep purple cloud-patterned silk robe fluttered in the wind as the man slightly lifted his chiseled jaw.
He tilted his slender neck, bent down, and slowly drew closer to the girl.
Watching her struggle in pain, unable to make a sound, her face flushed and contorted, Bai Ze wore a cruel smile at the corner of his lips:
“Do you truly believe this prince does not kill women?”
This woman who had suddenly barged into his dream had thrown herself at him the moment she saw him, dancing and flailing like a madwoman while shouting something about “darling husband.”
“Mmph…”
Her throat hurt too much; she could only manage a faint, breathy sound.
Sun Ningning knew this was a dream.
She was fully aware.
But it was strange—why had she imagined Xiao Ze as a villain in her dream?
The moment she saw Bai Ze appear in her dream, she had recognized him instantly!
The pitch-black, ink-like eyes described in the novel, as if he were wearing colored contacts, his tall nose and thin lips, the brightly colored robes he wore;
His pale, tall, and slender figure, the small, vivid red cinnabar mole on the side of his neck…
Sun Ningning knew she was dreaming and, without a second thought, threw her arms around him.
Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, she would be screaming for help!
The dream shifted, and Bai Ze turned around, pinning her against a tree by her throat?
And now he was going to slit her throat?
Crimson blood flowed down her neck and into her chest, soaking through the thin gauze, the stunning red dyeing the snow-white fabric.
Sun Ningning gritted her teeth and laughed, her gaze equally dangerous.
Summoning all her strength in a sudden burst, she leaned in abruptly and planted a kiss directly on the man’s lips.
She bumped into him hard and even gave him a lick.
“Smack.”
Bai Ze was stunned.
He instinctively touched his lips, and upon feeling the wetness, a wave of intense nausea surged from his stomach.
He grabbed hold of this woman who truly seemed unafraid of death.
But just as his rage-filled grip tightened, before he could snap her fragile neck, the dream ended.
The space twisted, and both their figures dissipated simultaneously.
The moon had already hidden itself deep within the clouds.
Bamboo shadows rustled, the crisp chirping of late autumn insects filled the air—dawn was approaching.
Sun Ningning tightly wrapped herself in her little quilt, hugging her knees, her sweat-drenched head peeking out from under the covers.
Biting her red lips, her eyes seductive, the words that came out of her mouth were a complete reversal:
“Whew! Oh my god, Little System, Little System! Do you know? I… just now… &%￥#….”
“…If I’d known I was going to get my throat slit in the dream, I should’ve gone for a passionate kiss before dying! What a waste.”
“Speaking of which, why did I dream about Xiao Ze? Ah! Xiao Ze is so handsome! Even a single mole is exactly to my taste, slurp.”
System: There’s no saving her.
Sun Ningning went on to animatedly gesture and explain the dream.
The System remained silent for a long while before finally uttering weakly:
“Everything was just a dream, but… um… since this is a novel world, what if he really is a vicious and ruthless person? You should be prepared, you know.”
Sob sob, I can’t lose the Points! I’m about to retire!
Host, in this world, aside from the male lead being uncontrollable, no other factors will stop you from enjoying a life of luxury!
If you really can’t win him over, you can always keep some male companions and enjoy the pleasures of being a wealthy woman.
Wouldn’t that be just as good?
Sun Ningning retorted loudly in her mind: “Vicious and ruthless, so what? I love his icy, aloof demeanor that keeps everyone at a distance!”
After saying this, she blushed, buried her face in the soft bedding, and muttered softly:
“The opposite of coldness is passion. He’s never known love in his entire life. If he were to find out…”
Ah, just thinking about it made her a little embarrassed.
The System, peeking into her thoughts again, couldn’t help but blurt out: “You? Embarrassed?”
“Complaint!” she threatened, flustered and annoyed at being exposed.
“Let’s chat another time!”
Immediately went offline.