You Confiscate My Home and Exile Me, So I'll Return the Favor and Empty the Capital

Transmigration, obsessive love, a special-agent princess consort, a pocket dimension, peerless skill in both medicine and poison, two powerful leads, a mix of sweetness and angst, political schemes and revenge, confiscation and exile.

After the crippled prince dissected ace agent Dieyi’s heart three times, she finally pressed her gun against the scar on his chest.

“Your Highness, you killed me three times. How about I take the antidote this time?”

On her fourth transmigration into the bridal chamber, she watched the obsessive prince approach with his sword, smiling coldly.

In the fireworks of their mutual destruction in her previous life, she had carried her agent’s pocket dimension into the body of the stupidest illegitimate daughter in the Yuanlan Kingdom.

The System forced her to cure the crippled prince’s cold poison and help him ascend the throne, or she wouldn’t live to come of age.

But on their wedding night, her mad and crippled husband used his sword to pierce her heart.

“Let’s work together.”

She held a Beretta to his throat with her left hand. “I’ll heal your legs, and you’ll give me a divorce agreement.”

The crippled prince’s bloodstained fingers brushed her eye. “If you can’t cure me, Consort, you’ll be buried with me in the imperial mausoleum.”

Later, on the night the family was dispossessed and exiled, she emptied all thirty-eight storehouses in the imperial palace.

The crown prince came begging to recognize her, holding a golden phoenix lock. The third prince’s tiger tally vanished without a trace, and the old emperor spat blood and fainted in his empty private treasury.

On the road to exile, Chu Han Zhi trapped her in a corner of the carriage, his palm resting against her slightly rounded belly. “Consort, you stole two of my most precious treasures. When do you plan to return them?”

She slapped the divorce agreement against the old wound on his chest. “The day Your Highness secures the throne…”

Before she could finish, the new emperor’s jade seal was already in her palm.

“The throne is too cold. It needs an empress brave enough to stab a knife into my heart.”