The Marquis's Deceased Concubine

Transmigrated! Reborn!

A concubine-born daughter of a marquis’s household fought tooth and nail for her life, finally helping her husband ascend the throne and become emperor.

She thought the worst was over and that she would soon become empress, reigning supreme over the land.

But at the coronation ceremony, her place was stolen. Dressed in plain white, she became a dead consort buried alive alongside the emperor.

“Tell me, little sister, how does it feel to have every bone in your body broken?” Her legitimate elder sister, dressed in a phoenix robe and wearing a golden phoenix hairpin, held an iron rod and smiled sweetly.

Beneath the imperial mausoleum, she endured ten years of torment in the dark. Her body broken and her heart dead, she finally perished in a sea of flames.

She raised her head to the heavens and swore that if she ever had another life, she would be evil to others,

and grind to dust those who had bullied and harmed her, condemning them to eternal ruin.

When she awoke again, her soul had entered another body, and her identity had been turned upside down.

In the blink of an eye, she had become the legitimate daughter of a marquis’s household.

Though she bore the title of legitimate daughter, she had none of the standing.

How laughable! How tragic!

Behind the marquis’s mansion gates, affection was scarce, schemes and plots abounded, and danger lurked everywhere.

On her first day reborn, her father’s concubine seized control of the household and tried to banish her to the woodshed as a servant.

On the third day, her grandmother, doting on her grandson, tried to strip her foolish elder brother of his position and promote a son born to a concubine.

On the fourth day...

Life in a sprawling mansion was like a never-ending show, with one drama following another.

Brothers turned against each other, sisters poisoned one another, and concubines plotted. With danger on every side, how could she carve out a life for herself amid the struggle?

One day, an imperial decree sent her back into a noble household, where she became a widow.

Because her husband was a living corpse.

He had been asleep for ten years and had yet to wake.

A strong heroine, household intrigue, farming, and a doting romance, with one man and one woman devoted to each other for life.