Ye Fengwan had crossed over to another world, and there were only two things she found uncomfortable about it. First, when she saw a noble person, she had to kneel and her knees hurt. That was easy to deal with; she could just assist the tyrant, collaborate with the villains, and go along the path of power, kneeling and groveling before countless embroidered shoes. As for the second thing... she felt like Dou E, the tragic heroine of a Chinese opera! "Your Highness, may we have a proper conversation?" a certain woman asked with a wry smile, casting a sidelong glance at a certain prince. "Beloved, aren't you my favorite?" the prince replied. "Hurry up, don't be polite. I'm at your disposal now."