Eight celestial saints are fighting to be my wives, and all I did was sit around and do nothing.

The most untouchable good-for-nothing heir in the entire realm spends his days teasing eight holy maidens, one by one. His grandfather runs the court, his father commands a million troops, his aunt rules the imperial harem, and his mother owns half the kingdom's wealth—with a setup like this, even the gods would trade places with me. So why on earth would I ever bother trying? Transmigrated as the sole heir of the number one noble clan, Li Xiaoyao's life boils down to just three things: laze around, spend money, and flirt with saintesses. The world calls him useless and uneducated—he just smiles and calls them clueless. His grand-tutor grandfather is the pillar of the imperial court; his duke father holds a million-strong army; his queen aunt can seal anyone's fate with a single glance; and his merchant-tycoon mother's coffers are forever open to him. With a background like that, he could strut sideways for eight hundred years. So his biggest daily endeavor? Ranking those eight holy maidens, writing them cheesy poems, teasing each one until they blush, and watching them fume in fury—yet none dare to truly lash out, because everyone knows: no one in this world can afford to cross the Li Clan. Then, out of nowhere, the Pool of Celestial Maidens sends its most legendary figure—the aloof, ice-cold saintess who was said to have never stirred for any man—all the way to the Li manor gates. Everyone gathers, ready for a good laugh: This time, surely he's finally met his match, right? But the saintess stands at the entrance, her voice soft and calm: "I heard you're ranking them… I was wondering—where do I rank?" —Turns out, the hardest iceberg in the world had already melted, long before he even tried.