A Country-Bumpkin Real Heiress? I Was an Imperial Noble Consort in My Past Life!

On their wedding night, Gu Zhen, the notoriously brutal and disabled “Living Yama” who was said to have caused the deaths of his two previous fiancées, stared darkly at the woman before him. He twirled a bloodstained scalpel between his fingers. “The Su family sent you here to settle their debt. Do you know how the last person in this room died?”

Su Qingluan didn’t kneel. Instead, she leaned in and pinched his chin, her phoenix eyes narrowing as she sized him up like a newly acquired male favorite. “Your legs are useless? No matter. That face of yours is exquisite. You’re good enough for my harem. You can wash my feet.”

Gu Zhen stared at her in shock, then a crazed look rose in his eyes.

Everyone in the capital’s social circles expected the bumpkin who had just returned from the countryside to be tortured to death. But the next day, the gates of Gu Zhen’s gloomy villa stood wide open. He sat in his wheelchair, yet willingly bowed his head to tie her shoes.

Su Qingluan, the only champion of palace intrigue in the Great Zhou Dynasty, had blood on her hands when she finally took the phoenix throne. At that moment, she transmigrated into the body of the Su family’s biological daughter, abandoned for eighteen years.

The fake heiress acts all sweet and delicate?

Su Qingluan: “I’ve seen more green tea women in the imperial harem than you’ve had bowls of rice. One slap will teach you your place!”

Her scummy father and poisonous mother want to sell their daughter for status?

Su Qingluan: “Perfect. I’ll use the Gu family’s five hundred million in betrothal gifts to buy your coffins!”

She rises to the top over the bones of scoundrels, turning the whole elite circle upside down.