The Black-Hearted Young Lord Raised by a Mad Matriarch

The night Shen Jinghong was reborn, she kicked the scumbag on the imperial throne.

Then she barged into the dreaded Hall of the King of Hell and smiled at the sickly, sinister young lord in a wheelchair.

"Xie Lianzhou, marry me. I'll help you reach the top, and you'll work like a horse for me."

The whole capital laughed at her. She could have been crown princess, but instead chose to become the widow of a cripple, there to "bring him good luck."

But no one knew he was the future tyrant she was raising, not to mention a money-making machine who would bring her a fortune for a hundred years.

In public, she sewed his clothes and brewed his tea, gentle and virtuous.

In private, she sharpened his blades and wiped the blood from them, killing without mercy.

Until one day, the man pretending to be lame could take no more. He rose from his wheelchair and pinned her to the corner of the wall, his voice hoarse. "My lady, do you love me, or do you love all the things I give you?"

Shen Jinghong licked her red lips and grinned, wild and unhinged. "Only children have to choose. My husband and the rewards, I want them all!"

Theme: With the System at my side, the world is mine