Yi Xiu Is Reborn, and She's Here to Lose Her Mind

In my previous life, I was the most virtuous empress in all of the Great Qing, yet those very words, “virtuous empress,” became my downfall.

The emperor treated me like a housekeeper, the consorts mocked me for having no favor, and even my own sister climbed to the throne over my dead body.

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the time of my wedding at the prince’s residence.

This time, to hell with being virtuous and proper! I will live for myself.

The emperor loves Pure Yuan? I’ll expose the true face of his “white moonlight” with my own hands, and show him how the goddess in his heart is just an ordinary woman corrupted by the lust for power.

Zhen Huan is so talented? I’ll turn all her clever schemes into blades that strike back at both her and the emperor.

While they’re still fighting tooth and nail for the smallest scrap of favor, I’m already seated firmly on the phoenix throne, looking down on the game of chess I control with my own hands.

Only after living a second life did I understand: rather than tormenting myself, I might as well drive everyone else crazy.