Qing Transmigration: The Eighth Prince's Consort Is Mad, Wild, and Arrogant

The moment she opened her eyes, she was Guoluo Shiyu, the granddaughter of Prince An, Yue Le, and the daughter of Heshuo Efu Ming Shang. Wait?! Who? Was she Guoluo, the Eighth Prince’s wife, whom Yongzheng would order Yinsi to divorce by imperial decree, then force to take her own life before having her corpse burned and reduced to ashes? She tried to resist being betrothed to the Eighth Prince, Yinsi, but Kangxi’s imperial edict of marriage still arrived. Fine. So they all wanted to mess with her? They all thought they could bully her because she couldn’t match this father-and-son clan of eight-hundred-schemed coal briquettes? Whether she died sooner or later, she was going to die anyway. Why should she bear the blame for being a domineering, jealous wife, for plotting against the heirs, or for supposedly inheriting the wicked habits of her maternal family, Prince An’s house, and abusing Yun Si until she nearly cut off his line? What a load of nonsense! She couldn’t beat the scumbag father and son, Kangxi and Yongzheng, and she couldn’t outplay the smiling tiger Yinsi either. Fine! They wanted her to take the blame for everything, right? If she was going to die either way, and not only take the fall but suffer all the way to the end, why keep putting up with it? Huh? Kangxi didn’t sentence her to death for her audacity? Well, well! (#^.^#)~ Then she couldn’t be blamed for what came next~ Come on, come on! Everyone, let’s get this party started! She’d tear into every last one of those bullies who thought they could get away with anything just because they had brains! “How about having Eighth Prince consummate his marriage right in front of you every day? Then you can keep his concubines under watch and see if they get pregnant. Wouldn’t that be great? It would save me, the poisonous shrew, from harming them~” “Oh, come on. You talk about serving the people, but don’t you know your own sons? Aren’t they all after the dragon throne beneath your backside? Actually, no. In other dynasties, they fought over power and the throne. Here, they’re fighting over you, their Imperial Father~” A struggle for the throne? What throne? They’re fighting over their dad!