The Common People Don’t Need a Lovesick Fool to Save Them [Quick Transmigration]

Li Luo was one of the common people of the Three Realms whom the gods had sworn to protect.

She was the mountain girl who died when a goddess descended to the mortal world to undergo tribulation, caught in a heartrending love triangle with the Demon Lord and the God of War. They let jealousy consume them, wrecking the world and killing each other, while she perished in the devastation.

She was one of the countless people burned alive when the immortal maiden was framed and the Demon King decided to offer the world as a sacrifice, in a tragic, comical romance spanning three lifetimes between an immortal and a demon.

She was one of the people slaughtered in a city after the Divine King, undergoing tribulation and cultivating the ruthless path, killed his wife to prove his Dao, then pursued her in a dramatic attempt to win her back. After falling into demonic corruption, he learned his beloved had fallen for someone else and went berserk, massacring the city.

Once, twice, three times, countless times.

Over and over, Li Luo watched these gods and immortals get caught up in love triangles, quadrangles, and all manner of tangled romances. They suffered for love, then went mad, killing one life after another and destroying one city after another.

Then they would say, "It was all for the common people. We sacrificed the few to save the many." They would come back to life, let go of their grudges, and everyone would live happily ever after, finding love and happiness??? They came back to life, but what about the common people of the Three Realms who had died at their hands?

She was sick of it. She might as well destroy everything.

Li Luo lay on the wasteland the gods had burned, closed her eyes, and breathed in the stench of rotting corpses.

Then she opened her eyes and found herself back in her first life, forced to endure it all over again from the beginning.

That was simply too much. She couldn't take it anymore.

Damn it, the common people of the world don't need these love-struck gods, demons, and monsters to save them! Kill them, kill them, kill all these love-struck fools!!!! Let them die, die, all of them die!!!

From this day on, she swore to slay the gods, wipe out the demons, and exterminate the monsters.

From then on, whether in Heaven or on Earth, humanity would answer to no one but itself.

P.S. She transmigrates repeatedly within the same world, at different points in time.

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Ji Ping'an's situation was already as bad as it could get when she transmigrated.

An orphaned merchant's daughter with no one to rely on, she had sought refuge with her maternal relatives, the Song family. They had complete control over her marriage, and she had nowhere to go, either forward or back.

Before long, the male lead, Song Huaizhang, would weave a vast web of love around her, lure her into his trap, take her as a concubine, seize all her property, raise a private army, build up his strength, and overthrow the tyrant.

By the time the Song family raised its banners and ascended the throne, she would have long since died unnoticed in the inner quarters, a concubine who had outlived her usefulness.

Sigh, sigh, sigh.

After three sighs, Ji Ping'an got her maid, Dongchun, to help her establish an image as someone frail and sickly.

From then on, Ji Ping'an panted after every three steps and coughed after every five, turning herself into a "genuine" and "world-famous" sickly beauty. Under the pretext of earning blessings, she traveled through the countryside, treating the sick and building up a reputation she could rely on. At the same time, she cautiously searched among the many patients she met for a reliable husband, hoping to escape the Song family.

Ji Ping'an looked here and there and chose after much consideration. She set her sights on the taciturn hunter.

He had nothing to his name, but at least he had no parents, and there was only one younger cousin in his household, a scholar. There would be no complicated relationships with sisters-in-law or mothers-in-law to manage, and certainly none of the schemes that made her tremble with fear and feel as if she were walking on thin ice in the Song family.

Besides, he was very handsome, with sharp brows and bright eyes, full of vigor. As for his physique, Ji Ping'an had felt him under the pretext of treating him. He was as strong as a tiger.

The only problem was his strange temper. Whenever she complained to her maid about how capricious and arrogant the tyrant in the book was, and how someone would take him down sooner or later, he would stare at her with an inscrutable, peculiar look, then give a derisive snort from deep in his throat.

Never mind. He might have a strange temper, but she could straighten him out a little after they married.

One day, he would chop Ji Ping'an's head off!

Every time Zhou Sheng returned to the palace after Ji Ping'an treated him, he threw a terrible tantrum. Officials throughout the court trembled in fear, worrying that they had done something wrong and offended this "tyrant," and that one careless mistake would get their entire families executed.

As the supreme ruler, the lives of all the people under Heaven and throughout the nine provinces and four seas were in his hands. He could decide who lived and who died.

And yet Zhou Sheng couldn't kill Ji Ping'an.

There was only one reason: at present, only Ji Ping'an could treat his "hidden ailment."

The nine hundred and thirty-second time Zhou Sheng wanted to kill Ji Ping'an, she finally let him lure her into the palace.

Fine. Since he couldn't kill this petty, resentful, sickly young woman, he would keep her locked by his side and torment her properly.

Everyone said His Majesty loved the Empress to pieces.

The Empress was frail and quick-tempered. His Majesty worried she would get angry, fall ill, and fail to grow old with him. He forced himself to change all his difficult ways and become a benevolent ruler, hoping to accumulate enough virtue to move Heaven and help the Empress recover soon.

The Emperor and Empress were deeply devoted to each other, perfectly matched and in harmony.

But Dongchun, who had been at Ji Ping'an's side since childhood, knew the truth. The Emperor and Empress had one small fight every three days and one big fight every five. The Empress used her illness as an excuse and never gave an inch whenever she disagreed with the Emperor, driving him nearly mad.

"Ji Ping'an! I don't think there's anything wrong with your body. It's your brain that's sick! How did I end up marrying such a petty, unreasonable woman who can drive me to my grave?"

Bang!

Zhou Sheng slammed the door and stormed out.

Dongchun was used to it. The Emperor would come back by nightfall anyway. Because the Empress was frail and sickly, he worried that their long-standing illness would worsen if he upset her, and he never had the heart to let an argument last overnight.

But...

Cold sweat ran down Dongchun's back.

If one day the Emperor found out the Empress's illness was fake, would she and the Empress still get to keep their heads?

Theme: Striving for harmony