The Princess Consort Is Throwing Another Fit, and the Scumbag Runs Away in the Middle of the Night

Strong female lead + revenge on scoundrels + satisfying from beginning to end

Reborn, Chu Zhaozhao found herself bound to a bizarre System:

“Stop turning your anger inward. Take it out on others instead. Every second you endure costs you half your lifespan.”

Why put up with anything, then? She hoisted up a bedpost and knocked a floor-to-ceiling window right through the wall next door.

Her scumbag husband and his green-tea cousin's heartfelt duet instantly became a live broadcast for the entire household.

The System also said: Make your enemies lose their cool, and you'll grow stronger.

So Chu Zhaozhao's daily routine became:

The Third Prince's storehouse? Empty it out, even taking the doors to sell as scrap. She called it “recycling renovation waste.”

Her mother-in-law made her kneel and crawl over scalding tea? She turned around and washed her mother-in-law's hair.

The Grand Princess held a banquet to make things difficult for her? She brought over a huge rock and said with a smile, “Breaking a rock on my chest.”

The emperor scolded her for not understanding “a woman's duty to be gentle and obedient,” then pointed to a century-old willow tree and told her to learn from it.

Chu Zhaozhao nodded, walked over, yanked the willow up by its roots, and carried it before the emperor. “Your Majesty, would you say this is gentle and obedient enough? I'll move it somewhere else so it can get some sun.”

The emperor fell silent for three seconds, then waved a hand. “You... may leave.”

The Ninth Imperial Uncle watched the whole thing and silently offered her five sacks. “General Chu, would you like help packing everything up?”