Good-for-Nothing Young Lady, Evil Lord, Make Way!

Transmigrated? Hmm, great. Transmigrated into a good-for-nothing? No problem. I’ll make my own way. Beaten up when I transmigrated? I’ll put up with it, since I did take over someone else’s body. But putting up with it doesn’t mean I’ll let it go. Anyone who laid a hand on me will pay, and I’ll collect every debt owed to me, one by one. And that man up ahead, yes, you. Don’t think you can win me over by acting sweet one moment and domineering the next. I’m telling you, you don’t stand a chance. The man gave a wicked smile. “No chance? Then just leave me a window. Once we’ve consummated our marriage, let’s see how you’ll escape.”