Reborn, I Disguise Myself as a Man and Rise to Become the Chancellor

[Woman Disguised as a Man + Reborn for Revenge + Palace Intrigue + Powerful Leads]

Lin Yuwei, eldest daughter of the Lin family, died when she was eighteen.

Perhaps Heaven took pity on her, because she opened her eyes again and was reborn in the days before she became a servant, before all four of her limbs were broken.

In this life, her own younger brother climbs over her to rise in the world, her biased stepmother sends her off to be a concubine, and even her half-sister covets her fiancé.

Once, she was meat on the chopping block, at the mercy of others. Now, she will repay every injury in kind.

Watch her disguise herself as a man and enter the Imperial Academy of Painting, investigate wrongful cases, draw military defenses, gather enemy intelligence, and protect the realm.

Juggling several posts, she travels among four kingdoms. From the start, all she has is a brush, yet she makes it all the way to female chancellor!

What? A marriage alliance between two kingdoms, and rebels abducting the bride?

No rush. Let’s have some tea first.

What? Jin soldiers have crossed the border, and someone needs to gather military intelligence?

No rush. Let’s listen to another song.

What? This month’s salary still hasn’t been paid?!

Zhao Mengfu! Where’s my money!

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Among the court officials, Zhao Mengfu is notorious for his scheming.

While everyone around him is busy climbing the ranks, making money, and forming factions,

he insists on being a lone, upright official, accepting the slur of traitor to the previous dynasty.

When Lin Yuwei first met Zhao Mengfu,

she truly couldn’t understand how a boy so arrogant and sharp-tongued could become a senior official under two dynasties and the foremost scholar of his time.

But later, when he truly suffered a crushing defeat and his reputation lay in tatters,

Lin Yuwei wanted only to be his brush and serve as his blade.

Everyone knows the four great families of the south. No one knows Zhao Ziang.

When the snow and wind rise again in Bianjing, just think of it as you and I crossing the Gan River once more.