After transmigrating into a tangerine-flavored world, blond guys are everywhere like stray dogs.
As the long-suffering Saintess Aililan, she walks on thin ice and seriously doubts whether she can even make it to the other side alive.
But the plot starts to go off the rails.
Aren’t those overpowered, destiny-favored blond protagonists supposed to clash with all the other blond troublemakers?
Why do their gazes toward her look… strange?
“Imperial princess, you frail, sickly, clingy little thing—what are you doing?”
“Please, don’t…”
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