The First Consort's Daily Art of Self-Destruction

After the Ula-Nara woman gave birth to her youngest son, she died in agony, dragging her ailing body to the grave. After death, she was reborn as a citizen of the new century and grew into a bold, cool beauty. On her way to sign up at a martial arts school, she died saving someone, only to return to the Qing Dynasty, to the moment when she'd just given birth to three daughters and her husband was doggedly trying for a fourth child. Shu Yuan kicked her husband off the bed before he could climb in. A third child? No way. Yinzhi: ??? After entering the palace, her mother-in-law greeted her with biting sarcasm. Shu Yuan raised an eyebrow, took out a handkerchief, and flicked it open in the air. Wiping away her tears, she said, "Yes, yes, it's my fault for being useless. My children may have survived, but what does that amount to? I'm nothing like Mother, who's so capable." Hui Fei thought of her son Chengqing, who had died young, and felt a stab of pain. Her daughter-in-law was mocking her for being good at giving birth, but not at raising children. Shu Yuan: I don't want to live anyway. Come on, let's go wild! Then she and her husband, who was obsessed with having a son, swapped bodies. The Crown Prince: You just weren't born to have a son. Give it a rest already. Still want to compete with me? Maybe in your next life. Shu Yuan, wearing the First Prince's skin, teared up: Right, right, little brother, you get it. Big brother won't compete with you. I'm just not good enough. The Crown Prince, horrified: Did I really drive the eldest mad? Kangxi: How did I end up with a son like you? Rebellious and unfilial. Shu Yuan, wearing the First Prince's skin, handed him a knife: Right, right, hurry up and kill me. Otherwise, I'll do it again next time. Meanwhile, the First Prince was being tormented by Hui Fei and made to pick up prayer beads. The First Prince, wearing his wife's skin, smashed a bowl: Pick them up my ass!!! And so their chaotic life began. 2022.3.14 Theme: Don't favor sons over daughters