All the members are good people, only the host is a pervert

Lin Ruan slowly opened her eyes, and what came into view was a room hazy behind gauze curtains, filled with an ancient atmosphere. She looked around, and everything here seemed so unfamiliar. She accepted the memories of the original owner, given by the system, and realized that her current identity was Lin Ruan, the only daughter of the Princess of the Sheng Dynasty.

Her mother, the Princess Zhenguo and her husband were stationed at the border all year round. Just the day before yesterday, the Huns from the north attacked. The Princess Zhenguo and her husband drove away the invading Huns, but unfortunately they were both injured and died.

At present, Lin Ruan is the only master left in the huge Princess Mansion.

How could a thirteen-year-old girl bear the grief of losing both her parents in one day? The person who woke up after fainting was Lin Ruan who had traveled through time. She was originally a chief physician at a Chinese medicine hospital in China. On the way to the hospital when she was called by students on night shift, she got into a car accident. When she was on the verge of life and death, she was bound to this so-called "time travel system". It is said that as long as she traveled through enough worlds, she could be brought back to the time before the car accident.

The original little girl, Lin Ruan, has passed away.

"Princess," the tearful maid hurriedly put away the gauze curtain. Lin Ruan knew from her memory that this was An Lan, the head maid by the original owner's side. Her red eyes, chapped lips, and pale face all showed the worry and fear this maid had after Lin Ruan fainted.

"An Lan, I'm fine, I'm fine," Lin Ruan maintained her original owner's chubby personality and whispered, "My parents haven't been buried yet, so I won't let anything happen to me, don't worry."

The tone was as soft as ever, but with an uncontrollable determination.

The voice trembled, like a young sprout pushing away a boulder.

"Princess—" An Lan was fine, she was even somewhat relieved to see the princess like this, but Rouju, who was usually as gentle as the original owner, could no longer hold back her tears and fell on Lin Ruan's bed.

Lin Ruan raised her hand and slowly stroked Rouju's hair. "Don't cry, Rouju, don't worry, I'm fine, and we will be fine."

An Lan couldn't help but console her, "Rou Ju, don't cry. Won't you make the princess even sadder?"

At this time, a steady voice came from outside the door, "Princess, I heard that you woke up."

She is Luo Mei, the head maidservant beside Lin Ruan.

Lin Ruan nodded, and An Lan said, "Sister Luo Mei, the princess asked you to come in."

After Luo Mei came in, she stopped some distance away from the bed and observed Lin Ruan carefully. Seeing that there was nothing unusual about Lin Ruan except that his face was pale, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and her eyes turned slightly red.

She said, "My Lady, I know you are heartbroken, but I heard that the news of the Princess and her husband has reached the capital. You must take care of yourself so that you can arrange for the return of the Princess and her husband's spirits to the capital."

"Really?" Lin Ruan's voice was inexplicable. She said slowly, "My mother and father's bodies are still warm. The emperor is really anxious."

His tone was light, but it felt like a heavy shackle on the necks of everyone in the room.

"Princess," Luo Mei didn't hear Lin Ruan's words clearly, "what did you say?"

Lin Ruan shook her head. "Nothing." She looked around at the maids around her. "Just remember that I am your only master now, and I am the only one who will protect you."

The original owner's four maids, Luo Mei, An Lan, Rou Ju and Kong Zhu, all knelt down and nodded in agreement after hearing this.

Lin Ruan didn't ask them to get up, but continued, "You must remember that you can no longer act as you did before. Your parents are gone. Now you must watch less, ask less, and talk less. If you can't do that, you don't have to accompany me to the capital. Just stay here, otherwise I can't protect your lives."

Luo Mei and the others couldn't help but shudder after hearing this, their voices seemed to be stuck in their throats. They instinctively discovered that the princess seemed to have changed.

But she is still the same princess, with the same gentle tone.

"Luo Mei," Lin Ruan glanced at the maid kneeling on the ground, "I've worried you in the past. You are the eldest maid my mother raised for me, and I trust you the most. Now I want to stand up together with my mother and father, and you have to help me."

"Yes, Princess." Luo Mei did not raise her head, but instead lowered it deeply as she said this, as if she was about to knock it to the ground.

Unlike the quick-travel novels that Lin Ruan had read, System Seventeen did not give her any tasks.

The original owner had already passed away when Lin Ruan came here.

Only after binding with the system did she realize that there were many cyclical worlds floating in time and space. The reasons for the appearance of these cyclical worlds were unknown. Some said they evolved from novels and other media, but there was no clear protagonist. Some said they were formed naturally, but they basically cycled back and forth in a cycle of hundreds of years. Even the advanced civilization where the system was located did not know the principles of the existence and operation of these worlds.

The mission of these time travelers is to replace the identities of the original owners in these cyclical worlds and live according to their own wishes.

Interesting, Lin Ruan thought to himself, is there really such a time travel system that requires nothing more than a desire? Lin Ruan didn't believe it.

"Seventeen, have you ever heard a sentence?" Lin Ruan asked.

Seventeen is the name Linruan gave to the system. It doesn't understand why this name is a serial number, and this serial number is neither high nor low - Linruan just won't tell it.

"What?"

"The smaller the price, the greater the goal, and the greater the goal, the greater the price. So," she said in an extremely serious tone, "the smaller the price, the greater the cost."

Before the system could react to Lin Ruan's words, it heard Lin Ruan say, "Can I exchange points for weapons?"

system:. . . . . .

"Host, what do you want to do?"

"I just thought, since this is a cyclical world, if things don't go well for me in the end, I can just blow up the world with a firearm and start over again."

system:. . . . . .

"Host, first of all, this is the first world, so you don't have any points yet." The system thought Lin Ruan was kidding. "Secondly, you can't do this because your soul isn't a native of this world and can't participate in the cycle. If you die, you're truly dead."

Lin Ruan: Damn it, others want both, but I can’t have both.

The system tried to change the subject, "Host, your maids are still kneeling."

"Kneel down," Lin Ruan said nonchalantly, "Isn't my master worthy of their kneeling?"

"Host," the system's voice paused, "Do you remember that you traveled from an era when everyone was equal?"

You are not the original owner, so how come you are more self-righteous and accustomed to it than the local princess?

Lin Ruan seemed to have thought of something, and said in a teasing voice, "You don't understand. Even if everyone is equal in modern times, there can still be inequality."

The eyes on the system's virtual display screen flickered. "For example?" it asked.

Lin Ruan no longer answered its questions, but asked the four of them to dress her in plain clothes. She did not put her hair in a bun, but tied it up low with a mourning ribbon.