Why Is My Empress Wife Like That?

In her previous life, Xie Sheyan had a miserable time.

Her mother died young, her father and brothers were worthless, and she stubbornly married a good-for-nothing who was all shine and no substance. Her whole life was a mess.

But none of that hurt as much as watching the capital fall with her own eyes. It left her in pain and despair.

On the day the Di people breached the city, Xie Sheyan hanged herself in the Imperial Ancestral Temple. Until her dying breath, she swore again and again before the ancestral tablets:

Ancestors above, if I were to rule the land, I would slaughter every last Di, pacify the four seas, and ensure that the people of the Ping dynasty never again saw the horrors of war or suffered hunger. I would give them peaceful, prosperous lives for generations to come, for a thousand autumns and ten thousand ages, so they would never again endure the troubles of this day.

Then her ancestors appeared to her, and she truly returned to the year she was sixteen.

That year, her father was still obsessed with calligraphy and painting, her Crown Prince brother was still lost in the pursuit of beautiful women, the court was corrupt, and the people were destitute. And she was still the pampered princess who had been doted on from the moment she was born. After throwing a fit for several days, she reluctantly went to meet the fiancé who had been promised to her before birth.

The second son of the Yongning Marquis's household had fallen gravely ill as a boy. After waking, he seemed a little off in the head. Though exceptionally handsome, he spent his days muttering to himself, supposedly saying things no one could understand.

On a fine spring day, he arrived before her. Unaware that she had come, he was crouching beneath a cluster of azaleas, dressed in purple robes and a gold crown, yet heedlessly clutching a handful of dirt from the imperial garden and murmuring under his breath.

Xie Sheyan said nothing and listened closely.

He said, “All right, I've decided. I'll use this dirt to fire a Mi○ Mouse and have it buried with me. I'll carve ‘Disney warning’ on it. Imagine it turning up hundreds of years later. What a surprise, huh? Heh heh heh! That'll teach you to dig up my grave...”

Xie Sheyan, who was wondering whether to kill him and become a widow: ...?

What's a Mi○ Mouse?

[Extra Scene]

Xie Sheyan: Even if I kill a million people, become the target of everyone's condemnation, and lose everyone's loyalty, I will have no regrets. Since ancient times, a ruler has always been alone.

Li Ci: Wife, cuddle me.

Xie Sheyan: ...

Li Ci: I said I'd give you the blueprints today, but it's already after work. Making employees stay late is inhumane. The 996 work schedule is a shameful system of exploitation. As the center of the Ping dynasty, which represents the development of its advanced productive forces, we absolutely should not allow this sort of thing. It's feudal, backward, and unacceptable...

The Ministry of Works officials: Marquis, keep it simple. Make your excuses simple.

Li Ci: Oh, my wife is coming home tonight. Her feet get cold and she can't sleep, so I need to warm them for her. There's no way I'm working overtime. I won't work overtime.

The Ministry of Works officials: ...

Li Ci, newly married: My wife wants to become the Empress. She never received a modern education, yet she's already fighting feudalism and oppression. Her ideas are so progressive. She's truly my wife! I have to work hard too. A man should stand tall and make his name immortal. After all, I'm a transmigrator who knows history!

Li Ci, several years into their marriage: Wife, I'm hungry. Feed me. (Wait...)

#Still trying to keep his wife, who's gone on a rampage, from killing people today... What, that guy wrote a book insulting my wife? Don't stop me, I'm going to beat that bastard to death with my own hands!#

#Hey, historian over there, remember to praise my good looks in the history books. Actually, never mind. Just write a whole new book about the Marquis of Ciyuan and the Emperor's many public displays of affection.#

#Just thinking about how, hundreds of years from now, a bunch of people will make trashy, out-of-character Mary Sue romance dramas about my wife cheating on me with some unworthy descendants makes me faint with rage.jpg#

A decisive, heaven-defying, reborn princess × a hopeless romantic with bizarre logic, a silly transmigrated engineer

1. I hope I can write a silly, adorable romance.

2. The political scheming is at kindergarten level, and the historical knowledge is as bad as a hopelessly illiterate person's.

Theme: A harmonious couple, building a better life together