Shen Jingtang, a modern forensic pathologist and psychology enthusiast, transmigrates into an old-school tragic romance novel as the fake daughter of a marquis's household, doomed to be tortured to death.
She opens her eyes to find herself in the middle of a moral trial.
Instead of taking the usual route of tearful pleas and trying to prove her innocence, she goes straight into an all-out berserk mode: smashing the ancestral hall, tearing up the marriage contract, and grinding the real heiress and her hypocritical family into the dirt.
Everyone thinks she has simply lost her mind, but she uses the chaos to break free of the story's original confines and keenly senses something wrong with this world's “rules.”
Using madness as her disguise, and psychology and modern thinking as her foundation, she begins methodically collecting her debts and turning the tables.
If you haven't seen it, just take a detour. Everything is written inexplicably, as if the family are all fools, and the heroine is also a fool. There is no reason for everything. It is written just for the sake of writing. There is no logic.