Before her rebirth, she was the heiress of an ancient and mysterious clan of divine physicians—yet her own mother turned her into a puppet, her younger sister stole her identity, and her boyfriend toyed with her until she died in misery, no one even collecting her corpse.
Reborn and armed with otherworldly gifts, she returns to face a mother’s counterfeit love, a sister’s hypocritical kindness, and a scumbag ex’s lingering schemes.
She only has one thing to say: heh-heh… soon you’ll find out exactly why roses are red.
They call her trash, ugly, talentless—no healing skills, no martial power, bottom of the class and stone-faced to boot?
Healing: she can pull the dead back to life and regrow flesh on bare bone.
Martial arts: rank herself second and no soul dares claim first.
Academic loser? She tops every year and pockets so many scholarships her hands cramp.
Stone-faced? Please—the global heart-throb everyone calls “National Male God” is none other than hers truly.
So why has this all-powerful young emperor—infamous for his rabid hatred of women—drag her home in the middle of the night?
The devastatingly gorgeous emperor: “Ten billion. Be my empress.”
“Dude, I’m a man. Ugh—I mean I’m supposed to be a guy.”
