She waited three whole lifetimes to get her body back.
Across those three lifetimes, she had to watch as a woman who had transmigrated used her body to carry on a torturous romance with a scumbag.
She hated them to the core. Now, at last, she could tear them limb from limb with her own hands.
Later, she breezed through her path of revenge, and plenty of people remarked that her methods were too ruthless.
But the once-cold regent stood protectively in front of her.
“Anyone who belongs to me can kill a few scumbags. What’s the big deal?”
