The Peerlessly Foolish Princess Consort

She is the last member of an organization of extraordinary people from around the world. After dying in an unfortunate accident, she transmigrates into the body of a dead little beggar.

Guided by the principle of smiling to people's faces while reaching for a weapon behind their backs, she escapes poverty and becomes the ruler of her own mountain in just one year, dominating the entire region.

But someone turns out to be even more devious than she is. They not only trick her, but also abduct her into the Prince of Ning's estate.

What? She's their foolish princess consort, and she can't escape even if she flies up to the heavens or burrows underground?

Hell no! Do they even know who they're dealing with? They want her to escape after crossing her? What a joke!

If she doesn't turn this grand and splendid estate into her den of thieves, wouldn't that be a terrible way to repay these fools for their “kindness”?

Scene One:

“Your Highness, Consort Ming, that fool has put mousetraps all over the estate. She's injured a lot of people, including several concubines. Now no one dares cross the threshold.”

“She may be a fool, but how much trouble could she cause? Get more people to pick up the mousetraps.”

“But... but...”

“But what? Useless! You're scared of picking up a few mousetraps? There's a long road ahead. Are you all going to... Ah! What just caught my foot? Damn it, it's a mousetrap! It hurts so much!”

Scene Two:

“Come here, good girl. Hurry and call me ‘teacher,’” the refined gentleman says, beckoning with an affectionate smile.

The girl tilts her head, sucking on her finger and grinning foolishly as she imitates his refined manner, curling her finger at him. “Come here, good girl. Hurry and call me ‘teacher.’”

The refined gentleman patiently repeats, “Call me teacher.”

The girl copies him perfectly. “Call me teacher.”

His face darkens. “I am your teacher.”

Still acting foolish, the girl replies, “I am your teacher.”

The refined gentleman decides to try another approach. “You are my teacher.”

The girl claps and laughs. “Did you hear that? He said I'm his teacher. Now everyone has to listen to me. Class dismissed!”

The refined gentleman quickly covers her mouth and sighs. “All right, stop fooling around. You're not the teacher, and neither am I.”

The girl stares at him lustfully, drool running from her mouth. “If you're not the teacher and I'm not the teacher, then who are you?”

The refined gentleman frowns at the drool escaping between his fingers, his voice turning ominous. “Who am I? Change one character in the word for ‘teacher’ and you'll know.”

The girl smacks her forehead. “Oh! Change one character in ‘teacher’ and it becomes ‘husband.’ Haha, so you're my husband...”

The refined gentleman finally loses his temper and slaps her, snarling, “Change one character in ‘teacher’ and it becomes ‘old man.’ I rule my own territory, and what I say goes. You little brat, you were a bandit chief and now you're pretending to be a fool? I'll teach you a lesson today, you fake fool...”