I Picked Up an Amnesiac Tyrant

[Screenshot taken on March 25, 2026] 🍬 Ruthless young tyrant x beautiful, sweet-talking transmigrated heroine In her third year since transmigrating, Shen Funing had become the well-known old maid of Reed Village. Every household was rushing to play matchmaker for her. Times were hard. The emperor was cruel, officials were being slaughtered one after another, taxes and levies were more numerous than the wheat in the fields, and bandits and rebellions were springing up everywhere. It was a time of chaos. As a weak woman, surviving on her own was simply too difficult. Shen Funing sighed and stopped turning down the villagers' kind offers. She went from the west end of the village to the east, planning to pick someone she liked well enough and team up to get through life together. That very day, she passed through the reed marsh and found an amnesiac young man. He had raven-black hair and snow-white skin, a slender waist and long legs, and a face as beautiful as someone in a painting. He looked only seventeen or eighteen, but... Shen Funing: He's the one! Wei Ying became emperor while still young, leaving behind mountains of corpses and piles of bones. After an assassination attempt left him with amnesia, he ended up in some unknown little village. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was a strange woman. She coaxed and tempted him, making all sorts of grand promises to get him to marry her. Things like, "I'm hardworking and capable. After we're married, I won't let you lift a finger." Liar. She couldn't even kill a chicken. Or, "I'm great at making money and supporting a family. After we're married, all you'll have to do is look pretty." Liar. A mere low-ranking, ferocious yamen clerk was enough to make her suffer. Wei Ying scoffed inwardly. But to secure a place to stay, he gritted his teeth and agreed. Three months into their marriage, iron cavalry trampled the country road. Shen Funing spilled the rice she was feeding the chickens, grabbed a broom, and shielded her husband behind her. "Who are you? How dare you force your way into a private home in broad daylight?" The cavalry dismounted, and all of them knelt like wheat bending in the wind. Shen Funing: ? Then she heard a soft laugh behind her. Her husband wrapped himself around her, his long fingers twining through her hair, and spoke like a water ghost: "Don't be afraid, Ningning. They've come to take us home." ★ The heroine transmigrated with her body, and is three years older than the hero. Theme: The clouds will part, and the moon will shine again.