My Family Can Hear My Thoughts, So I Led Them on a Rampage

[The story went off the rails, but feel free to read if you like it] Shen Wei, a workaholic from the 21st century, wakes up inside an old political intrigue novel titled The Power Consort of the Concubine-Born Daughter. She’s become a cannon-fodder character who won’t survive three chapters: the young legitimate daughter of the prime minister’s household. Three years later, the Fifth Prince ascends the throne, the entire Shen family is executed, and the Great Ye Dynasty falls apart, leaving the nation and its people in ruin. On the first day after Shen Wei arrives, she is bound to the National Fortune System. The System’s icy voice tells her: [National Fortune is down to 3%. The dynasty will fall in 1,095 days, and Host will die alongside it.] Shen Wei’s vision goes black as she rants inwardly: [We’re done for! My whole family is a bunch of useless idiots. There’s no saving them! I’d better pack up and run!] [Dad, you think you’re loyal to the state, but you’re actually serving a treacherous minister! In five years, your prized pupil will sell you out!] Hearing this, Prime Minister Shen silently snapped the writing brush in his hand. [Big Brother, stop treating that white-lotus stepsister for free! She stole your prescription to help the Fifth Prince keep his favorite concubine in favor!] Shen’s eldest brother’s hand trembled, spilling an entire bowl of medicine over the herbs he had carefully cultivated. [Second Brother, that big business deal you’re planning in Jiangnan is a trap. In five years, the Fifth Prince will use that “ill-gotten money” to have our family executed!] The beads of Second Brother Shen’s abacus clattered all over the floor. From then on, the Shen family’s ways changed completely. [This Imperial Preceptor is so handsome, but unfortunately he’s short-lived. He’ll die young suppressing the nation’s fortune... Wait, why did he just smile at me? Could he hear me too?!] On the high platform, Xie Jingyuan listened to that lively voice in his mind. A trace of warmth touched his cool, snow-like features.