Your Highness, Don't Panic. I Can Mess This Job Up

Comedy and lightheartedness + transmigration to another world + play the pig to eat the tiger + face-slapping + punishing scumbags + happy ending + 1v1 Overworked office worker Bai Youyou dies from exhaustion and transmigrates into a cannon-fodder villainess in an old-school tragic romance novel. The original owner was a concubine-born daughter of the Prime Minister’s household, used as a pawn and married off to Jing Yuanting, the injured and crippled Prince Jing, who had fallen from power. Her mission was to spy on him and find an opportunity to bring him down. The foolish original owner used every vicious trick she could, only to be ground to dust by Prince Jing after he regained his power. Bai Youyou: Thanks for asking. This isn’t my line of work, but I’m great at “messing things up”! To stay alive and laze around, she decides to carry out the mission to “bring down the prince’s residence” perfectly, hoping to get divorced as soon as possible, pocket a severance payment, and live a carefree life. So... When a political enemy sends over a ledger and asks her to find fault with it, she turns around and tosses it into a brazier. “Oops, butterfingers! Once it’s burned, there’ll be nothing to worry about!” Little does she know the ledger is full of Jing Yuanting’s secret agents, and burning it conveniently leaves no evidence. Prime Minister Bai orders her to squander the prince’s household fortune? She goes on a wild buying spree for barren land outside the capital where not even birds would poop, and waits for its value to plummet. Instead, they dig up treasure from a previous dynasty and rare mineral deposits. Her rival tells her to “accidentally” leak Jing Yuanting’s whereabouts? She casually points in the opposite direction, leaving the assassins camping in a mass graveyard all night. Watching his princess consort work hard every day to sabotage him, yet somehow always help him solve major problems by sheer accident, Jing Yuanting falls into deep thought. He grips her waist, his gaze dark. “With your far-sighted schemes, Princess Consort, how should I reward you?” Bai Youyou looks ready to cry. “Your Highness, don’t panic! Trust me, I’ll definitely mess up the next one!” Jing Yuanting: “Mm. I look forward to seeing how you ‘mess up’ your way into a splendid empire.”