Notes on Raising a Villainous Minister

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Zhang Ting transmigrates into a poor scholar in a world where women hold power.

With no land or property, chronically ill, and buried in debt, Zhang Ting sighs. At least she isn't a good person.

Step one from the start: Talk someone into giving her money so she can afford food and shelter. Done.

Step two: Buy some property and take the imperial exams to become an official. In progress.

But a few tiny mishaps along the way made everyone think Zhang Ting was a loyal minister who would go through fire and water for the nation, a reclusive sage who disdained fame and fortune, or a kind and upright scholar of her age.

Zhang Ting, the honest, money-loving, power-hungry villain: That's right, I'm just a simple, good person.

She came first in the palace examination and caught the emperor's eye, only to be framed by political enemies and demoted to a remote border region.

The officials across the court watched coldly, certain her career had reached its end.

Reached its end? Not a chance.

She turned around and promoted agriculture and education, transforming a poor, remote county into a prosperous land of natural beauty and talent.

The people erected monuments and wrote biographies in her honor, praising her as a just and benevolent official. At court, her rapid rise through the ranks left the ministers gaping. At the academies, scholars across the land revered her as a sage and the role model they aspired to follow all their lives.

Later, the throne changed hands and her political enemies were imprisoned. Zhang Ting was appointed Imperial Tutor, and officials of every rank unanimously recommended her as prime minister.

Zhang Ting smiled. "At least you know what's good for you... I mean, since you gentlemen are so enthusiastic, I can hardly refuse."

Who could have guessed that Zhang Ting, now wielding power across the court and commanding the loyalty of all, had been a penniless scholar unable to afford a meal just a few years earlier?

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Zong Suyi was strikingly beautiful and born to a noble family, but he was arrogant, spoiled, and domineering.

A palace coup wiped out his entire family. He alone survived, only to become the mud beneath someone else's feet, his pride crushed.

Like a peacock stripped of its splendid feathers, he lived in constant fear. Jealous by nature, he was exhausted after tending to someone and clutched his aching waist, his eyelids drooping as he anxiously asked, "Wife, you'll always love me, and only me, right?"

Zhang Ting's lips trembled. Feeling deeply insulted, she abruptly pulled the beauty close by his slender waist and leaned in as he looked at her in terror.

Then she'd show him through her actions whether she loved him!

#The world was terrified of me, but she insisted on carrying me out of a mountain of corpses and blood. I have nothing to give her but myself.#

[Reader's Guide]

Couple: Steady, scheming amateur actress x jealous, spoiled pretty boy

1. Younger man, male pregnancy, one-on-one, both leads' only partners, happy ending.

2. The female lead has a weak moral compass. The male lead is only a little better.

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Bai Xing unexpectedly transmigrates into a sci-fi world as the lowest-ranked beta.

Bai Xing is a little surprised, but then it all makes sense.

After all, she was a poor b in both her past and present lives.

It's fine, it's fine. She's just working in a different world, and her empty bank balance hasn't changed.

After overcoming(?) the first major obstacle, Bai Xing heads out to find a job, full of hope for her new world.

And then she's thrown out.

"Get lost, you defective beta! This shop only hires noble alphas."

Everyone looks down on her. Bai Xing gets angry, gets worked up, then slinks away.

Bai Xing squats on the ground and draws circles, feeling miserable. She can't help it. She's just an ordinary, soft, weak little b.

In this snobbish world, isn't there any way for her to get rich for no reason at all?

As it turns out, there is.

A man in black approaches her with a genetic test report. "Good afternoon, Miss Bai. Your compatibility with the Supreme Commander is 100%. If you're willing to provide your pheromones, we'll pay you ten billion star coins."

Bai Xing is overjoyed, then firmly refuses.

Money doesn't just fall from the sky! She only dreams about it. Between dying with a missing heart and liver and starving to death in one piece, she'd obviously choose the latter!

Then someone knocks her out, wraps her in a sack, and carries her away.

Pei Lin is the Empire's Supreme Commander: powerful, iron-willed, and merciless. He's known as the Empire's pillar of strength and the dream alpha of countless omegas.

But he has one fatal weakness. He's not an alpha at all, but an ultra-3S omega. He can usually handle low-ranking alphas, but he's helpless when it comes to his heat.

To keep his identity from being discovered, he reluctantly agreed to take part in a genetic matching program. But when they brought the other person in, he couldn't help clicking his tongue in disdain.

A female beta, low-grade, weak, and utterly helpless.

After struggling and thinking it over again and again, he finally undid the button at his collar and walked toward her.

Just endure it. Once she's pregnant, it'll all be over.

But can this weak... this little b really get him pregnant?

[Bonus Scene]

Bai Xing undergoes a second differentiation into an alpha. She's ecstatic, thrilled, and cheering.

She clenches her fists. This time, she's definitely not going to be the one on the bottom!

Pei Lin crosses his arms and rolls his eyes beside her.

The next day, Bai Xing braces one hand against the wall and the other against her waist, her legs trembling as she walks out of the room. Then she sees a certain O sitting on the sofa, looking bright-eyed as he reads documents.

Unable to hold back any longer, she lets out a furious roar that shakes the heavens: Isn't she supposed to be the female alpha?!

Theme: Self-reliance and strength