Ling Zhi transmigrates into the role of a hopelessly lovesick cannon-fodder supporting villainess in an old-school tragic romance.
The original owner was the prime minister’s legitimate daughter, yet she was madly obsessed with the Third Prince, Nangong Che. He used her, trampled on her, and cast her aside like trash, until she met a miserable end in the Cold Palace.
On her very first day in this world, Ling Zhi tears up the script.
Hopelessly lovesick? Deleted with one click.
Competing with other women for a man? Not interested.
Enduring humiliation and biding her time? Not happening.
She gets it: better to make trouble for everyone else than wear herself out overthinking.
The sweet-faced heroine starts spouting sugary nonsense? Ling Zhi exposes her act on the spot.
The vicious supporting villainess sets a trap? Ling Zhi flips the table and calls the authorities.
The scumbag prince plays hot and cold? She hits back with a “treatment package for overconfident men.”
Ling Zhi’s philosophy is simple: it doesn’t matter whether the logic makes sense. Whoever messes with me, I’ll drive them crazy. I settle scores on the spot and never save them for later.
