Lord Left Chancellor, Your Wife Is Raiding Another Estate

Lin Qiyue transmigrated. Other people transmigrated as fallen princesses making a comeback or country girls with pocket dimensions, but she was forced up a mountain as soon as she arrived. She rescued her little brother and dealt with the worst people around, keeping herself busy and entertained.

Split up the family? Not a chance.

She hadn't had her fill of fun yet.

When her evil-minded uncle tried to sell someone, she turned the tables and sold him instead.

Her vicious second uncle hired people to assassinate her? Great, she packed them up and sent them on their way. No need to thank her.

Her nasty little cousin was going to become the top scholar? Ha! She'd claim that honor for her little brother instead.

At last, she'd whipped the whole family into shape. Then her scumbag father, who'd been gone for years, came back with a woman in tow. Perfect. She'd been getting bored.

She'd deal with both her scumbag father and his mistress.

What? Her father had earned military honors and was about to become an official?

Then she'd make sure her master became an even higher-ranking official. When heading into battle to fight the enemy, you couldn't do without tactical formations, so she gave him the full set of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, Sun Tzu's Art of War, and more...

When that awful family begged to cut ties, she didn't hold back.

Before long, she'd become a third-rank commandery princess and the top scholar's older sister, leaving that wretched family full of regret. But that wasn't enough. Her mother's revenge and the original owner's revenge were only just beginning: exile, beheading, and hard labor.

Pei Heng: “Wife, when will you have time to spare a glance for your husband?”

The cold-faced Left Chancellor is online, begging his wife for affection.