Heavenly Charm

Memories surged like a tide into her head after she was reincarnated, and she found out who she was... A complete pushover. Her name was Beiting Huang, a direct descendant and third-generation descendant of the Beiting Dynasty. Her fearsome reputation stretched across all nations on the continent. She was a girl, but she was disguised as a boy for some reason. Everyone was also after her wrist... to hack it off and take the bracelet she wore, which was actually a high-level spiritual item that concealed her gender. 
Everyone included her own brothers. Her brothers were fighting and killing each other, tearing the dynasty apart in the process... and she happened to be caught in the crossfire. 
Mercy? Did the old Beiting Huang not beg before she died? Did they spare her when she did? An emotion that was not hers stirred within her body, and Beiting Huang knew it was the old Beiting Huang's grief. 
In her mind, she assured her: Don't worry. Since I've reincarnated in your body, I shall avenge you. Your death will not be senseless! After those words, the old Beiting Huang's emotions faded. 
Now, there was only one Beiting Huang. She was the underworld's king, a mercenary lord who slaughtered and plundered with the world at her feet. Reincarnated into the fearsome Beiting family as its 'useless’ ninth son, the world's riches were once again in her grasp. She cultivated impossible abilities, contracted with magical beasts, and possessed a mystical dimension. She also trampled over gods and demons as and when she liked. Cold and handsome, her very presence was proud and magnificent, causing the world to fight for her affection.

The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

Yan Ye was still asleep. His eyes were closed, and they outlined a beautiful arc on his exquisite face. He was in a deep sleep. Beiting Huang got up, lifted the curtain, and walked over, but he did not wake up.

The window was closed very well, and only a few unknown flowers could be vaguely seen outside. The shadows of the flowers swayed on the window, and spots of shadow landed on Yan Ye's face. This face was as beautiful as an ancient painting. Infinite brushes and ink could not describe its beauty.

Beiting Huang sighed. She was sitting on the chaise longue with her arms around her knees, her bare feet on the edge of the chaise longue. Behind her was Yan Ye, who was curled up and sleeping. It was as if she was sitting in his arms. Her long hair flowed down her back and spread out behind her. Her black inner clothes could not hide her exquisite body. She tilted her head and rested it on her arms. No one knew what she was thinking.

Seeing Her When She Opens Her Eyes