Transmigrated as a Cannon-Fodder Concubine, She Wins the Household Battle by Ranting

The System's mission is to get me killed, so how did I become the savior of the entire Marquis's household?

I transmigrated into a concubine in a household-intrigue novel, destined to die from the start. The System forced me to find all sorts of ways to get myself killed so I could go home.

So I started dancing wildly on the edge of death:

The principal wife orders me to kneel?

I kneel in a way that turns into performance art, and the whole household gathers to watch, amazed: "This concubine is truly terrifying!"

The white moonlight frames me? I hit her with some workplace jargon, and she ends up publicly driving herself into a corner.

Even the cold-faced young heir starts giving me strange looks: "You're... quite something."

The System breaks down: [Please, just follow the script!]

I'm even more frustrated: "Why are all my allies in this household intrigue so useless?"