The Fallen Tyrant Gets Fiercer After Coming of Age

After Jiang Miao died in a car accident, she transmigrated to ancient times as a pitiful, taciturn girl whose parents showed her no love. And so the poor girl stood up for herself. In a town steeped in the belief that men were superior to women, she became the first female top scorer in the imperial examinations since the dynasty was founded. On barren land, she grew high-yield crops that saved countless disaster victims from starvation. At a moment when the dynasty's very survival was at stake, she declared, “Who says women are inferior to men?” and made a name for herself in a single battle. In short, in everyone else's eyes, she was a legend. And this fearless legend was afraid of only one person: a certain whimpering crybaby. When she came of age, someone asked her, “Jiang Miao, you're so amazing. What kind of man do you like?” “I like someone obedient, soft and sweet, and good at acting cute. I don't like men who swing swords and fight all the time.” A sword? The once-violent, ruthless little killer looked at the blood-covered blade in his hand, tossed it aside, and wiped the blood on his hands onto his bodyguard's clothes without changing expression. To everyone's astonishment, he hugged Jiang Miao and started acting spoiled. “I'll be good for you and you alone!” (A world-weary, ruthless, secretly doted-on little tyrant × a clear-eyed career woman with a secret identity)