"You're really stuffing me into a bridal sedan and sending me off as the second wife of a sixty-year-old man?"
Jiang Bieyue transmigrated into the good-for-nothing legitimate daughter of a marquis's household. From the start, she was tied up like a bundle, and her father actually planned to trade her life for thirty thousand taels' worth of iron ore.
The whole household was waiting to laugh at her. Her sanctimonious half-sister put on a fake sob: "For the good of the marquis's household, why can't you just put up with it, Sister?"
Put up with it?
As a modern woman, she wasn't about to waste her energy on infighting. Why not give you this blessing instead!
Luckily, the Hard Work Pays Off System bound itself to her. As long as she exercised, she could add points without limit.
[Ding! One sword swing: Strength +50 points.]
Jiang Bieyue whipped out the wooden sword that guaranteed critical hits and smashed the solid-wood bridal sedan to pieces with one swing.
Her scheming half-sister was still playing the innocent victim?
Jiang Bieyue slapped her across the face, sending her flying with her gold hairpin, and even gave her a painless bone adjustment as a bonus.
Her wicked stepmother wanted to lecture her about rules?
She kicked the threshold to pieces, then tore apart the iron chains with her bare hands, teaching her what "physical noise reduction" meant!
Her trash father wanted to suppress her with the family discipline?
She unleashed her inhuman strength of sixty points and flattened a second-rank family retainer with one blow, then kicked her trash father's legs out from under him!
What was supposed to be a household power struggle turned into a solo hack-and-slash game in her hands.
On the night she fled her arranged marriage, Jiang Bieyue kicked open the marquis's secret vault. As she stuffed gold bars into her pockets, she slung her wooden sword over her shoulder and set the place on fire. "Sorry to bother you. I'm borrowing some travel money. No need to see me off!"
The powerful families of the capital assumed that only a delicate young lady had run away, until later...
She strode through armored cavalry with her wooden sword, then pressed one hand against the head of the haughty prince of a fiefdom and curled her lip.
"Who says women can only fight over household matters? Today, you're all going to believe in physics!"
