Synopsis
【House intrigue + Satisfying story + Slap-in-the-face, abusing the scum + System + Drama queen online + Mad literature + Hilarious】
On her wedding night, the original owner was angered to death.
Opening her eyes again, a dual-award-winning movie queen now inhabited the body.
Wen Lingrao, the only daughter of the Wei Kingdom’s Grand General and the Eldest Princess, the Emperor’s own cousin, the most prestigious pearl in the capital.
Yet, the original owner had been blind, desperate to marry into the Marquis of Changning’s estate, only to meet such an end.
Since she is here now, the plot must be changed.
A weak, delicate little flower? She is the best at acting.
The scum husband wants to use her dowry to support his mistress? The wicked mother-in-law forces her to serve tea and set rules for the mistress?
Wen Lingrao smiles slightly and binds to the Drama Queen System.
Going crazy? Acting out scripts? She is a professional.
From then on, the Marquis’s estate performs a new play every day.
Today, she performs “The Case of the Beheaded Husband,” caressing the imperial-bestowed Shangfang sword with a sorrowful face: “Heartless man, what crime should you be punished for?”
The Heir’s ceremonial cap falls off in response, and he is scared limp on the spot.
Tomorrow, she performs “The Turmoil of the Household,” clutching her chest and shedding tears for her mother-in-law: “Since you like that mistress so much, perhaps I should step aside and go to the palace to ask my uncle to judge this matter.”
The mother-in-law’s face turns pale as she lunges forward to cover her mouth.
The entire household soon realizes: this lady, who looks as though she would collapse in a breeze, can actually punch ten scumbags to death with one hand. She talks about harmony in the family on one hand, while smiling and digging pits for you on the other.
Dowry? No one gets to touch it.
Grievances? She won’t suffer even the slightest bit.
Slaps? If they deserve it, she slaps them.
The Heir regrets his past actions and kneels, begging for a divorce.
Wen Lingrao reclines on the soft couch, her smile hiding a blade:
“A divorce? My play hasn’t reached its grand finale yet.”
