In the twentieth year since Shen Qinghuan transmigrated into the role of a villainess, she finally got a System.
System: [Host, complete the task of taking a husband before the quarter past noon, or be erased on the spot.]
She glanced at the VIP cell atop the prison tower, then at the half-eaten hard bun in her hand.
“Now? Here? Marry whom? Are you okay with an insect-human romance?”
Just then, the taciturn guard who brought her food pushed the door open.
Shen Qinghuan stared at his handsome face, eyes wide. “Hey, guard, want to get married? I'm no ordinary prisoner. I'm on death row. It'll be thrilling.”
Guard: ?
Guard: !
[Remaining lifespan: 12 shichen]
Villainess Rule One: You need the cockroach-like resilience of something that just won't die.
Shen Qinghuan: “Hello, Your Highness, the seemingly innocent bystander who's actually a sweet-on-the-outside, dark-on-the-inside crown prince. Need any help?”
[Remaining lifespan: Infinity]
Villainess Rule Two: Be fickle. You absolutely have to be fickle, ideally falling for everyone you meet, then tossing them aside.
Shen Qinghuan: “So the male lead loves you but has to take a secondary consort to consolidate his power? I'm just as devoted, which is why I've married so many men. Ah, the heartless are always troubled by the lovesick.”
Shen Qinghuan: “What do you mean, you want to divorce the male lead and live your own life?”
Villainess Rule Three: Do whatever it takes to break up the loving male and female leads.
Years later, with the world at her feet and endless life, Shen Qinghuan gazed into the distance and pondered the future of her nation.
At last, she said, “I hear distant lands are blessed with outstanding people.”
