The Seductive Vixen Who Keeps the Galactic Overlord Awake All Night - Chapte 1

“Are you sure she’ll wake up like this?”

“Serves her right. She brought this upon herself by taking the Forbidden Drug without permission.”

“Why bother saving her? If she dies, I’ll just take the blame and be buried with her. The empire won’t thrive under her rule anyway.”

“Jun Yao, mind your words. After all, you are the princess’s Beast Husband.” A reprimanding voice was followed by a gentle one, “How is she? When will the princess wake up?”

“Her body is a bit cold. After warming her with the Heart of Ardor, she should regain consciousness soon.”

“Hmph, Suo Silan, you always defend her.” A disdainful snort followed.

Princess?

Brought it upon herself?

Beast Husband?

Had she read so much that her mind was playing tricks on her?

Even her dreams were this vivid, conjuring up the beast world novel she’d been reading.

Clearly, she’d consumed too much… questionable content, and now her brain was polluted.

“But it’s been an hour, and the princess still hasn’t woken up.” The gentle, concerned voice spoke again.

“Good that she hasn’t. Best if she never wakes up—spares others from her mischief.”

“The medicine should have taken effect by now.” The tone was indifferent.

After speaking, Yan Jin raised his hand and placed it on the neck of the figure lying on the blue crystal bed.

Sheng Anlan was just about to listen more closely when she felt a cool touch against her neck, as if something had brushed against her skin.

A slightly rough yet icy sensation.

This felt too real to be a dream.

Before she could process it, a surge of air rose from her lungs, traveled up her throat, and burst out through her lips.

“Cough—”

The sound of her own coughing startled Sheng Anlan, and her eyelids fluttered open.

She was lying on a bed made of blue crystal, shimmering brilliantly under the natural light. Turning her gaze, she was met with the sight of two bare-chested figures sharing the same bed with her.

Her first thought: These two are ridiculously good-looking.

Her second thought: This bed is huge—it fits three people.

Then, taking in their completely exposed state, her third thought was: No way!

This is too intense, too absurd, too wild.

Three people in one bed?!

Wait… isn’t this a bit too much?!

Her dream was really going all out…

At least her taste was impeccable.

The one on the far left had clear, amber-hued eyes and rounded, upward-pointing ears—almost like a deer’s. He looked adorable, except for the way he glared at her when he noticed her staring.

Next to him was a sharper, more intense presence—silver wolf-cut hair, a clean jawline, and pointed ears adorned with three golden earrings. Handsome yet fierce, his eyes flashed with disdain when he saw she was awake, as if her revival was an inconvenience.

Both were shirtless, revealing well-defined chests.

The deer-eared one had leaner muscles, a youthful, slender frame with just the right amount of definition.

The wolf-eared one was far more built—his chest and abs sculpted into perfect ridges, clearly no stranger to rigorous training.

Sheng Anlan stared wide-eyed, utterly dazzled by the variety of handsome men before her.

Of course, if she ignored the two pairs of eyes filled with disdain.

In the midst of her daze, a pale, well-defined hand reached out to touch her forehead. The man gazed at her with gentle eyes and asked softly, “The princess is awake. Are you feeling unwell?”

Feeling the warmth of his touch, Sheng Anlan finally realized something was off.

Even if this were a dream, the sensation was too real. Just a moment ago, she had been praying for love at the White Horse Temple—how had she suddenly ended up in bed?

Before she could ponder further, the man smiled and called out again, “Princess?”

The person before her had gentle features and jet-black hair, his eyes filled with a hint of concern.

Unlike the first two, who had been completely exposed, this man was also lying in bed but wore a half-unbuttoned white shirt, revealing only a glimpse of jade-like skin. Though she couldn’t see his full figure, the way the fabric stretched over his chest suggested he was well-built.

This was the first friendly gaze she had received.

Sheng Anlan quickly shook her head.

A figure on her right, noticing her complexion had returned to normal, gathered his medical instruments and said in a clear voice, “Since she’s fine, I’ll take my leave.”

Only then did Sheng Anlan notice there was another person beside her.

Which meant she had miscounted earlier—there were five men in this bed.

What kind of explosive scene was this?

However, this man wasn’t lying down but slightly leaning forward. He was the most fully dressed among them, his white shirt buttoned up completely. His indifferent, blue eyes and exquisitely sculpted features made him look like a figurine—stunningly beautiful. Even when she studied him, he didn’t glance her way.

Suo Silan nodded at Yan Jin. “Thank you for your efforts.”

Yan Jin gave no further response. Once he finished packing, he walked out the door.

Seeing Yan Jin leave, Li Luo glanced at Suo Silan. “Since she’s fine, I’ll go too.”

“Li Luo, wait for me,” Fu Junyao chimed in.

With that, the two of them left together.

In an instant, the spacious bed held only Sheng Anlan and Suo Silan.

“Princess, would you like some water?” Suo Silan began, only to be interrupted by Sheng Anlan.

“You leave too.”

Suo Silan looked momentarily surprised but quickly composed himself. Bowing slightly, he said, “Then rest well, Princess. Silan will take his leave. Should you need anything, you may summon me at any time.”

With that, Suo Silan turned and walked away, his steps measured and composed. Sheng Anlan watched his retreating figure, lost in thought.

Where exactly was she?

She remembered going to the White Horse Temple to pray for more handsome men in her life, only for the incense burner to explode.

And if she hadn’t misheard, those men had called her Sheng Anlan!

Had she transmigrated into a novel?

She wondered if there was a system. Tentatively, she called out, “System, who is Sheng Anlan?”

No white figure appeared before her, but a mechanical voice sounded in her ear as a blue screen flashed into view.

“Sheng Anlan is the eldest princess of the Azure Empire and the Crown Prince appointed by Queen Kaka. She is the most formidable Female in the empire, possessing S3-level Mental Power. Currently, she has seven Beast Husbands.”

This blue-green object… could it be an Optical Brain?

And the Azure Empire?

What is this?

Sheng Anlan was still in shock when the Optical Brain seemed to sense her brainwaves and proceeded to explain the very things she had just questioned.

“The Azure Empire was founded by the Holy Queen Sheng You and has a history of six hundred years. It is the only empire on Azure Star and the most powerful nation in the entire galaxy.”

Only then did Sheng Anlan confirm that she had truly traveled through time—arriving in the future world, to be precise, the interstellar era.

Moreover, this was an era where Females held power, and the “Sheng” family mentioned by the Optical Brain was the royal surname.

Fragmented memories lingered in her mind—the original host had consumed a bottle of the Forbidden Drug before summoning all four of her Beast Husbands.

However, before anything could happen, she collapsed, her body turning ice-cold.

And now, Sheng Anlan’s soul had taken over this body.

So those deer ears and wolf ears she saw earlier were real?

Were those Beast-men?

“Beast Husbands have been archived. Please confirm the recorder, Princess.”

Before Sheng Anlan could fully process the information from the Optical Brain, a round robot approached and mechanically reminded her.

After speaking, it stopped right in front of her.

Hearing this, Sheng Anlan looked utterly bewildered.

What was this archiving about?

She walked up to the robot, and a digital screen appeared before her eyes.

Open the Record Booklet?

Sheng Anlan tapped “Confirm,” and a calendar-like table filled with dates appeared before her, listing several names.

Beast Husbands: Suo Silan, Li Luo, Yan Jin, Fu Junyao.

Bedchamber Service tonight?

Sheng Anlan: “…”

What was this? It looked just like the records from the imperial bedchamber service in those Qing dynasty dramas.

For a moment, she felt as if an inexplicable bolt of lightning had struck her.

She had imagined having handsome men around, but never this explicitly—waiting for her to flip their nameplates and record everything in detail.

So this was how the original host lived—handsome men lining up for her favor.