Surviving in the Central Plains as a Disciple of the Baeksan Sect

Having just passed the national team selection tournament, she was already bitter enough about dying in an accident, only to possess an already-dead body. And not just any body: she became a maid to one of the concubines who would soon be killed by the protagonist. More than that, she was not an ordinary maid, but a disciple of the Baeksan sect serving as a secret bodyguard.

It seems she has no chance of living quietly.

The imperial palace is dangerous with its power struggles and schemes, while outside the palace the martial artists fighting to drive out the foreign tribes that seized Zhongyuan make the world just as harsh. She is busy just trying to survive, yet unwanted attention keeps pouring in.

The prince of Garen, with the same face as someone she saw before she died.

A king who approaches her, saying she resembles his dead first love.

The imperial bodyguard who suspects her, yet for some reason treats her well.

The young master of Nangong, whom she saved from death and who now keeps drawing too close.

Even that brat from the demonic cult, no, the Ming cult, whom she casually helped because he looked pitiful when he was young.

But as she gets tossed around and keeps living, doubts begin to rise. Am I really possessing someone?

Is this really a world inside a novel? If so, why are people I knew from the modern world appearing here?

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How many years have I lived here now?

I already stepped to the threshold of King Yama's hall and came back alive, and now I'm being chased again?

This damned imperial palace, I came here to burn it down. Even the emperor won't be safe then.

...And then I'll go back. To Garen.

In the end, to Baeksansa, where I grew up.