Switching Lives? Not a Chance. I'm the Chosen Phoenix Girl

[Palace intrigue and household power struggles + play the pig to eat the tiger + face-slapping the scum + heroine and supporting female character reborn] Chu Ruo, the daughter of the Duke of Duan’s household, had her token stolen and her identity switched with her cousin’s. She spent her whole life as the daughter of the Duke of Rong, enjoying decades of glory. After being reborn, her cousin, whose previous life ended in tragedy, returns the token and heads to the Duke of Rong’s household to steal Chu Ruo’s life. Chu Ruo has no choice but to return to the Duke of Duan’s household. What her cousin doesn’t know is that the Duke of Rong’s household is a den of wolves, even worse than the Duke of Duan’s… Chu Ruo was separated from her family when she was just over two years old. By the time she returned, there was no place for her at home. Her parents doted on their adopted daughter and were desperate to find Chu Ruo only so they could have her take the adopted daughter’s place and marry the paralyzed heir. Her father said coldly, “With your upbringing, you were never worthy of marrying the heir of the Marquis of Jing’an. A poor scholar’s illegitimate son would be just barely acceptable. It’s only because your sister is generous enough to give up her place for you that you’ve been given this opportunity. You should be grateful.” Her mother said with false warmth, “The heir of the Marquis of Jing’an is a few years older than you, handsome and talented, with an illustrious family. You’ll have more blessings than you can enjoy once you marry him.” If they won’t let her live in peace, then nobody gets to! Chu Ruo turned around and began sharpening her knives, ready to fight heaven and earth. If Buddha stood in her way, she’d kill Buddha. // After dealing with every last demon and monster, Chu Ruo thought she could finally lead a more peaceful life. But then a certain prince, whom she had ruined in her previous life, came looking for her in a fury. Chu Ruo smiled wryly. What goes around comes around.