Decree of Tender Pampering

The same dynasty, the same names, but different close relatives; she holds her forehead and sighs, drunk on happiness.

A father who is a specialist general: protecting his daughter depends on fists.

The heroine helplessly advises: Father, the inner courtyard is not that simple.

A tall, elegant, and scheming mother: determined to leave the best of everything in the world to her daughter.

The heroine is speechless: Mother, what you're giving me is not what I want.

A certain prince: marry me, marry me; I come in every type imaginable, from cute to dark-bellied to loyal dog to aloof and proud.

The heroine: No! I barely beat you by half a step in my previous life. In this life, I would have to be out of my mind to fight wits with you again.

The gods say: grant you the favor order—you will be surrounded by all kinds of overflowing love after your rebirth.

Summary: with the favor order in hand, who in the world can compete with you?