The Sickly Man the Villainess Forced to Marry Is the Demon Lord

I transmigrated into The Records of Jinghua as its most vicious villainess: the capital's number one wicked woman, who had just forced the weakest, sickly young heir in the whole capital to marry her.

The System's red warning text threatened my life: Make your husband die of anger within three years, or be erased. I launched into a night-long performance of villainy. I made him kneel on a soft cushion, stopped the cooking and blew up the kitchen, and recited my insults straight from the script. The red text really did credit my account, one task at a time. But the more tasks I did, the stranger things got: when I made him kneel, he knelt as if he'd rehearsed it eight hundred times; when I made poisonous food, he ate three bowls and asked for more.

The whole capital was waiting for me, the wicked woman, to get what I deserved, but my enemies started dying of "illness" one after another. Only later did I learn that the man I'd married wasn't sickly at all. He was a Demon Lord who had lain dormant beneath the sea for a thousand years, and was more than capable of putting anyone in their place. I bullied him, he protected me, and along the way he wiped out every one of my enemies.