A Villain from the Start? I Turn Around and Marry the Eunuch Lord, the Nine-Thousand-Year-Old!

After working late night after night, Li Wuyou, an office worker in the Imperial Capital, suddenly died from exhaustion. She woke up as a concubine-born daughter in the Duke of Anguo’s residence in the Tang Dynasty, sharing her name with the original owner.

The original owner’s birth mother had been framed and demoted from wife to concubine. She too had fallen from legitimate daughter to an illegitimate one whom anyone could bully.

An evil stepmother, a white-lotus legitimate elder sister, and a hypocritical concubine-born elder brother teamed up to torment her. Her grandmother looked on coldly, and her own father despised her. Really?

Li Wuyou sneered. “Fine. Since you call me a bringer of calamity and a wretch, I’ll give you exactly what you want. I’ll fall completely into darkness and become the greatest villain of all!”

She turned and sought out Liang Jing, the powerful, ruthless Director of the Imperial Factory, known throughout the world as the “Nine-Thousand-Year-Old.”

The whole Imperial Capital waited to see this “fallen nobody” tortured to death by the capricious Nine-Thousand-Year-Old.

Instead, he arrived with a lavish bridal procession stretching ten miles, welcomed her into his residence with the honors due an empress, and treasured her like a jewel.

At the same time, the [Super Villain System] activated, and Li Wuyou began her frantic journey of “spoiling her husband.”

“Husband, isn’t this East Sea night pearl beautiful? Buy it!”

“Husband, this ancient divine weapon is perfect for you! Buy it!”

“Husband, I can’t stand that Prince of Zhenbei who’s always going against you. Let’s hire someone to kill him... I mean, we’ll take him down ourselves!”

Those who had once tormented her watched as the Duke of Anguo’s residence teetered on the brink of collapse, while Li Wuyou, whom they had looked down on most, stood with the Nine-Thousand-Year-Old at the pinnacle of power, richer than any nation and ruling all under heaven.

Liang Jing held his beloved wife in his arms, his fingertips brushing her dark hair. His eyes were sinister yet full of adoration. “Who do you want to have fun killing today, my lady? Your husband will hand you the knife.”