Why Is It So Hard to Kill a Tyrant?

Lin Wanwan transmigrated into a book.

She became the lowest-ranking foot-washing maid in a tyrant's harem and was bound to an "Assassinate the Tyrant" System. Kill the tyrant, Xiao Li, and she'd earn ten thousand taels of gold and go straight back to the modern world.

Easy! She put a slow-acting poison in his calming tonic.

On the first day, the tyrant vomited three pints of blood, and she gleefully packed her bags. On the second day, not only did he survive, but he also coughed up old clotted blood, curing the migraines he'd suffered for years. Delighted, he rewarded her with a gold hairpin. On the third day, she increased the dose. The tyrant had a violent outburst, tearing apart a treacherous minister who'd tried to rebel during court. The imperial throne ended up more secure than ever.

The System frantically flashed an error: [Host, the target's health bar... went up?]

Lin Wanwan broke down and tried everything from crane-top red to arsenic to heartbreak grass, throwing eighteen different poisons at him one after another. Yet the tyrant looked rosy-cheeked and vigorous, reviewing a hundred memorials without even breaking a sweat. He gazed at her tenderly. "Wanwan, you're the only one in the whole world who wants me to be well. Feed me this tonic with your own hands."

Lin Wanwan: Could you please just die already?!

Meanwhile, tyrant Xiao Li opened the Complete Guide to Poisons she'd hidden beneath her pillow. A deranged smile curled his lips. "You want to kill me? Then I simply won't die. Let's see how long it takes you to admit defeat."