A Noble Mistress's Daily Life: My Brother-in-Law Is Sickly and Twisted

[A satisfying tale of household intrigue]+ [Black-lotus heroine]+ [Possessive, unhinged powerbroker]+ [Forbidden uncle-and-sister-in-law romance]+ [Everyone’s favorite]+ [Face-slapping and putting scumbags in their place]+ [Coercive possessive love]+ [Strong heroine]

Shen Zhiyi, a public relations star from the modern world, died of overwork. When she opened her eyes, she had become the newly arrived, unloved mistress of the Marquis of Yong’an’s household in the Great Yi Dynasty.

Her husband doted on his concubines and treated her like dirt. Her mother-in-law pretended to be kind while making life difficult for her, and her sisters-in-law kicked her when she was down.

Shen Zhiyi rolled her eyes. “That’s it? A bunch of bronze-ranked ancients think they can play household intrigue with me?”

On the surface, though, she put on red eyes and acted too delicate to fend for herself. Not only did she use the men of the marquis’s household as stepping stones to climb higher, she mastered every trick her scumbag husband’s green-tea mistress had up her sleeve. She would take the green tea’s path and leave the green tea nowhere to go!

Just as Shen Zhiyi was skillfully playing the fool to outwit her foes, preparing to seize control of the marquis’s household, take the money, and run, a cold hand clamped around the back of her neck.

The man was her nominal younger uncle by marriage, Pei Jiuyuan, the Great Yi Dynasty’s blood-soaked, all-powerful, and utterly deranged chief minister.

“Sister-in-law, you’re quite the catch. You’ve hooked so many fish, so why haven’t you tried to hook me?”

In the shadowy Buddhist shrine, sandalwood incense curled through the air. Pei Jiuyuan leisurely wiped the blood from his hands with a silk handkerchief, cornering her against the wall. His gaze was dark, greedy, and mad.

Shen Zhiyi trembled on the outside. “Uncle, please behave with propriety...”

But inside, she thought, “Help! When did this creepy old pervert set his sights on me?! If he dares try anything, I’ll scheme against him too!”

Later, that lofty chief minister knelt humbly at Shen Zhiyi’s feet and kissed the hem of her skirt. “Zhiyi, give me just one glance, and I’ll give you my life.”