In her previous life, she was Noble Consort Chen, doted on above all others and wielding immense power over the imperial harem.
At the ceremony to crown her empress, the new emperor usurped the throne.
The Eighth Prince, whom she had helped raise to power, struck off her head with a single sword blow, leaving her to die with bitter hatred.
In this life, she opened her eyes as Lu Zhaohua, the timid eldest legitimate daughter of the fallen Marquis of Jiayi’s household.
Her mother had died young, her scumbag father showed her no affection, and her grandmother despised her.
Her stepmother cut back on her living expenses, treating her worse than an animal; her hypocritical stepsister stole her marriage match.
Worse still, her stepmother wanted to marry her off to a hideously ugly, lecherous, bloated merchant, who would torment her to death!
The fully maxed-out champion of palace intrigue, Lu Zhaohua, sneered:
You want to scheme? I’m your ancestor!
You want to play dirty? I can lift a finger and bury eighteen generations of your ancestors!
Wicked servants? I’ll cripple them and sell them off on the spot!
A scheming stepsister? I’ll slap her flying, then send her straight into the ugly merchant’s bed!
A biased grandmother and a self-serving scumbag father? Get on your knees and cough up my late mother’s dowry!
As Lu Zhaohua used bones as stepping stones, crushed the entire marquis’s household beneath her feet, and tore away the hypocritical masks of the capital’s powerful families,
she turned her cold gaze toward the lofty imperial throne.
“Zhao Xuan, if I could raise you to power, I can also hack you to pieces. It’s time for this realm to have a new ruler!”
