The abstinent prince, practicing Buddhism, is seduced by a voluptuous beauty into breaking his vows.

"...Your Highness, your prayer beads are digging into my skin."

Her voice was sweet and seductive, with a hint of panting, making it especially alluring in the dimly lit Buddhist hall.

Crown Prince Xiao Chenyuan's well-defined hands were wrapped around a string of sandalwood prayer beads—beneath his palms lay a woman's half-undressed body, revealing her plump, snow-white skin.

Su Yaoyao looked up at him, her eyes alluring, her gaze shifting without a trace of the timidity and shyness she had shown during the day.

With a snap, the prayer beads broke.

Xiao Chenyuan's breathing became erratic.

He lowered his eyelashes, the candlelight casting a shadow on his handsome profile, and his thin lips parted slightly:

"If you knew you were hurt, why didn't you move away?"

His tone was flat, just as calm and even as when he was preaching in the Buddhist hall, yet his hand was still caressing the snow-white fabric of her collar.

Su Yaoyao chuckled softly, and instead of dodging, she offered her hand to his palm.

"Why should I hide? Hasn't Your Highness already... broken the rules?"

Before she could finish speaking, she was suddenly grabbed by the waist by a force, and in a dizzying moment, she was pinned down by Xiao Chenyuan.

He gazed down at her, his eyes, which usually held only Buddhist scriptures and the common people, now reflecting her flushed, emotional face.

"Su Yaoyao," he called her by her full name, his voice low.

"You are my second brother's fiancée..."

"he?"

"He doesn't deserve it?" Su Yaoyao burst out laughing as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world.

Then she reached out her soft, boneless hands, hooked them around Xiao Chenyuan's neck, and pulled him closer.

"But... even if that's the case... so what?"

Su Yaoyao leaned close to his earlobe, gently biting it, her breath sweet as orchids.

"Does Your Highness not like my body?"

Xiao Chenyuan's eyes darkened.

How could I not like it?

On the day they first met, at the palace banquet, his future sister-in-law still looked frail and delicate, wrapped in layers of clothing, her face sallow, following behind her second brother with her head bowed and eyes downcast, like a flower that had lost its moisture.

In just over a month, she underwent a complete transformation.

Her waist was still slender, but no longer sickly thin from being cinched; her chest was full and ample, no longer bound by layers of cloth.

Her complexion was rosy, her eyes sparkled, and even her lips were so vibrant that it was impossible to look away.

The memory abruptly ended as the woman beneath him stirred restlessly.

Xiao Chenyuan's breath hitched, and he reached out to press down on her flailing wrists.

"Don't move. If you move again, I can't guarantee... what will happen next..."

Su Yaoyao, with a seductive air, said, "Your Highness has been practicing Buddhism for many years..."

"Do you know what it means to say, 'If I don't go to hell, who will?'"

Xiao Chenyuan gazed at her for a long time, then suddenly leaned down and whispered in her ear:

"If this were hell, I would have descended here for you long ago."

The moment the words left his mouth, an urgent kiss landed, and a large hand slipped inside his clothes.

The prayer beads scattered all over the ground with a "clatter".

If Su Yaoyao from three months ago had seen this scene, she would probably have been scared to death again.

After all, at that time, the whole capital knew that Su Yaoyao, the legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Yongning, was the second prince's disliked fiancée, a joke who was so plump that she had to bind her chest and was so thin and pale from hunger.

"Sister, isn't your dress a little too tight today?" The half-sister, Su Yun'er, chuckled softly, covering her mouth with a handkerchief, but her eyes were full of mockery.

"I can't breathe for you."

Su Yaoyao—or rather, the original Su Yaoyao—kept her head down, her fingers tightly twisting the hem of her clothes.

Today is her coming-of-age ceremony.

She wore a light purple ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) specifically for this occasion, but what should have been a full bust was distorted by the pressure, making her look awkward and out of place.

"I...I'll change to something else next time..." Her voice trailed off.

"Next time?" The Second Prince, Xiao Qiming, sneered. "Su Yaoyao, what makes a difference what you wear? Your face is sallow, you have no manners whatsoever, and those breasts... Hmph, shameless!"

Su Yaoyao's face turned deathly pale.

She's actually not fat at all, it's just her chest...

Her aunt said that she was shameful, so she made her eat only one meal a day, bind her chest tightly, and walk with her chest hunched over.

She obediently did as she was told, but she was so hungry that she felt dizzy and her chest was bruised from being constricted. Yet, her figure... seemed to be her natural enemy.

"Second Prince," she mustered her courage and looked up at her nominal fiancé, "we...we are engaged..."

"A marriage contract?" Xiao Qiming reacted as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, and immediately put his arm around Su Yun'er's shoulder.

"If it weren't for the Empress and your maternal grandfather, I wouldn't even want to look at you!"

Su Yun'er's eyes reddened at that moment, and she timidly tugged at his sleeve: "Your Highness, please don't say that... My sister must be feeling so bad..."

"She's in pain? She doesn't even deserve to be in pain!" Xiao Qiming spat. "Our Yun'er is much better, so delicate and graceful, she's the true beauty in my heart."

Su Yun'er nestled in Xiao Yu's arms, her voice as soft as water, "Sister, don't blame His Highness. Blame it on your body... it's too... too plump. These days, which noble young master likes someone like that?"

The guests covered their mouths and chuckled softly.

She opened her mouth, wanting to explain,

The prolonged suppression made it difficult for her to even breathe, let alone argue back.

She felt her vision go black.

Before losing consciousness, the last thing I heard was Xiao Qiming's impatient voice:

"Pretending to faint again? Su Yaoyao, what other tricks can you use besides this?"

The original owner was already weak, and being humiliated in public like this, she couldn't catch her breath and died of anger.

Inside Su Yaoyao's boudoir.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a shell who had traveled from the modern entertainment industry to become a top-tier player who had slept with top celebrities, flirted with domineering CEOs, and remained untouched by the allure of countless women.

Su Yaoyao absorbed the frustrating and humiliating memories in her mind that didn't belong to her.

My chest feels tight and suffocating.

She instinctively reached out and pulled.

"Sizzle—"

The ridiculously thick breast wrap wrapped around her chest tore open with a snap.

moment.

The whole world feels refreshed.

I feel like I've come back to life.

She propped herself up and sat up, glancing down at the screen.

Then, their eyes lit up.

"What a waste!!!"

This...this is an amazing figure!

Her waist was unbelievably thin, and her chest...

Magnificent!

Although her face appears somewhat sallow due to long-term malnutrition, her natural features are exceptional.

Big eyes, high nose bridge, and small upturned lips.

If she's properly cared for, she'll definitely be a stunning beauty!

"This body, this appearance—in modern times, countless people would spend a fortune and still not be able to achieve this. And you've ruined it like this?"

Su Yaoyao was heartbroken.

"Original owner, you're really begging for food while sitting right next to a mountain of gold. You had such a winning hand, and you played it terribly?"

"Being manipulated to death by a scheming half-sister and a blind scumbag boyfriend?"

"Do you think you deserve all that top-of-the-line equipment you have?!"

After she finished scolding him, she realized something was wrong.

The death of a person is a great loss.

She's taking over someone else's body and then insulting them; that's not very kind of her.

"Alright, silly girl."

Su Yaoyao patted her face and quickly calmed down.

"For the sake of this stunningly beautiful face, I'll avenge you."

As for those who look down on you...

She looked at her reflection in the mirror and slowly smiled a confident, serene smile befitting a sea queen.

"I'll make them all kneel down and look—look at just how beautiful your body really is."

"Miss! Are you awake? A message has arrived from the palace, saying that His Highness the Crown Prince has returned..."

The maid Chun Tao's anxious voice came from outside the door, accompanied by hurried footsteps.