My Wife Is a Rebel

When Bai Yi opened his eyes again, he saw a bowl of dark yellow medicine and, beside him, a stunning maid with peach-blossom eyes and the air of a widow.

"Option one: Drink the medicine, suffer as it burns through your guts, and die in agony."

"Option two: Refuse the medicine, get cut down in one stroke, and die quickly."

"Option three: Fall to your knees and beg for mercy, be humiliated, and die with regrets."

Bai Yi: "Option four: Pursue the maid and join the rebel party. If we're exposed, my whole clan will be executed by slow slicing!"

He woke up in a game, playing a minor villain who was lower than a beast.

To stay alive, he assumed another identity and got himself a rebel wife.

In this vast empire where imperial and divine power were one, man-eating tigers became mountain gods who received offerings, giant river crocodiles turned into river spirits who received sacrifices, the emperor was a true dragon, and gods and ghosts could cure every illness.

His rebel wife believed in truth, and was seen as the source of calamity that would plunge the world into chaos.

"Belief in ghosts and gods shackles the mind, and there is no distinction of nobility or inferiority by bloodline... We believed this, so we are rebels, traitors, the source of chaos."

Bai Yi: "Don't put so much pressure on yourself. If we fail, we're rebels, traitors, and the source of calamity. But if we succeed, then we're revolution..."