She Brought an Arsenal as a Substitute Bride, and the Prince Regent Panicked

In her previous life, Shen Zhao was a top assassin and arms dealer. When she opened her eyes, she had become the real heiress of the Ding'an Marquis Estate, abandoned in the countryside.

She had barely woken up when the vicious village chief and a whole pack of awful relatives showed up, hoping to “devour the family fortune” now that she had no one to protect her?

Shen Zhao gave a cold laugh and pulled an AK out of her storage space. “Come on, line up. I'll send every last one of you straight to the afterlife!”

She had just finished dealing with the countryside when her scumbag father from the marquis estate sent someone to bring her to the capital, hoping to make her take the place of the fake heiress and marry an old man whose previous wives had all died!

Shen Zhao couldn't help laughing.

Rules? The barrel of my gun is the rule!

At last, her entire family knelt in the ruins, weeping and begging for her forgiveness.

Shen Zhao: “Forgiveness? Forgiving you is the Buddha's job. Mine is to send you to meet him!”

She'd thought she could do whatever she wanted in this alternate dynasty, but who knew the “teleportation skill” in this useless space would have a bug!

On her first teleport, she smashed through a roof and landed right on Xiao Heng, the regent, who had been poisoned with an aphrodisiac.

On her second teleport, she dropped straight into the regent's hot spring and, while she was at it, stripped the powerful Ninth Imperial Uncle.

Everyone in the capital thought Shen Zhao was as good as dead for offending the cold-blooded living demon.

Until one day, a palace coup erupted and the rebels laid siege to the city.

Yet everyone saw the famously detached regent following right behind Shen Zhao, eagerly carrying a cannonball. “Princess Consort, is this enough to blow up the imperial palace? If not, I'll go get two more crates!”