On some rooftop at a place within the Feng Mansion of the Yi Shang Kingdom on the Chi Ming Continent. In the depths of the night, a petite figure nestled on the roof beam. The figure appeared to be a girl of about fourteen or fifteen, her black attire concealed within the darkness, blending perfectly, the aura almost imperceptibly subtle, indicating an adept in the art of concealment.

Below in a room, a woman around seventeen or eighteen years old was bathing in a wooden tub filled with flower petals. The room was filled with a faint fragrance and the hazy body of the woman was half-hidden, provoking all sorts of thoughts, with an unusual allure.

Feng Moyan rubbed her chin, a smirk flashed in her eyes, which were full of cold light, as she lay on a roof tile, peering down.

If you think Feng Moyan is a perverted thief, then you are wrong. She is a partner of justice. Well, though this is her self-proclaimed.

"Hehe, Feng Qianya, you're so proud in the day time. I wonder to what extent this little girl can see," she gave a sly smile, her eyes filled with wickedness.

Perhaps, you readers may be a bit confused after reading this. Let me introduce. This 'female hooligan' who sneakily watched others showering is originally the not-so-favored fifth young miss of the Feng Family. Yes, although the un-favored plot is cliché, Feng Moyan had indeed added some new twists.

Feng Moyan, code-named 'Charm', was a modern-era eraser powerhouse, who was betrayed by her companions and ended up dead by jumping off a cliff. It's fair to say, when Feng Moyan reincarnated, she felt it was so ridiculous that she couldn't help but admit that real affection can't be retained, it’s always tactics that steal the heart.

The original owner was a character who was so pitiful that Feng Moyan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Being bullied by the servants, she bore it. Looked down upon by some people, she also bore it. Living in a shabby place, she…

Apologies, this she could not bear at all. Modern Feng Moyan is a character who can control wind and rain, staying lavish in her temporary accommodations in two-story villas. The current place, however, was a less than twenty square feet cabin.

The outside was a yard overgrown with weeds guarding a pile of garbage. Not to mention her "dog house" – yes, calling it a dog house is not an exaggeration at all. A mud bed, a quilt, a basin, a table. The original owner really had a tough time, it seemed.

Even a husky will surely turn down such a house. No wonder the poor Miss, died of illness just a day after returning to Feng Mansion.

The one below is the original owner's younger sister, naturally having different mothers. Feng Qianya, the target who made Feng Moyan cause trouble in the middle of the night.

After Feng Moyan had enough of the view, she looks up at the sinisterly shimmering moon, with an seductive smirk she didn't fail to express. Smiling softly, she flicked her little finger, dropping something like red powder into the bath tub below.

Feng Qianya below hadn't noticed this at all. Even though the current Feng Moyan didn't have the Xuan strength of this world, as an Eraser, when it comes to the art of concealment, if she's the second, nobody dares to claim the first.

"My dear sister, enjoy your lovely, lingering night," Feng Moyan arched her eyebrows and stood up. Not far away, on the table was a pouch of money. Her eyes brightened.

Her mentor told her that a child who doesn’t pilfer small advantages when convenient is not a good child. So adhering to the 'good child' mentality, Feng Moyan unceremoniously takes the money pouch. "Well, since I've invested. I should collect some interest. I am quite poor now, unlike the woman below. Well, I've decided. Whenever I'm broke, I'll come to borrow from her. Rest assured, I have no intention of repaying."

Getting down from the roof beam, Feng Moyan went in another direction of Feng Mansion. She said, she always remembers a grudge. If you can't escape, don't think about escaping from others!

Feng Moyan was always a penny pincher, but how did she provoke Feng Moyan? Well, this goes back to daytime...