Bound to the Drama Queen System, I Go Wild and Take Everyone Down

[Household intrigue + satisfying revenge + face-slapping + System + theatrical antics + unhinged antics + laugh-out-loud comedy] On her wedding night, the original owner of the body was literally angered to death. When she opened her eyes again, a double award-winning actress had taken up residence in her body. Wen Lingrao, the only daughter of the Great General of Wei and the Princess Royal, the emperor's cousin, and the most precious jewel in the capital. Yet the original owner had been blind, marrying into the Marquis of Changning's household despite everyone trying to stop her, only to end up in such a state. Now that she's here, the story is going to change. A delicate, helpless flower? She's a master at playing one. The scumbag heir wants to use her dowry to keep his mistress? Her vicious mother-in-law wants to make her serve tea to the mistress and bow to her rules? Wen Lingrao smiles faintly and binds herself to a theatrical System. Acting crazy? Performing a script? She's a professional. From then on, a new drama plays out in the marquis's residence every day. Today, it's The Case of Chen Shimei. Stroking the imperial sword bestowed by the emperor, she wears a troubled expression. “How should a faithless man be punished?” The heir's ceremonial hat tumbles to the ground, and he goes weak with fright on the spot. Tomorrow, it's Storms in the Household. Pressing a hand to her heart, she weeps to her mother-in-law. “Since you like that mistress so much, why don't I step aside? I'll go to the palace right now and ask my uncle to settle this.” Her mother-in-law turns deathly pale and rushes over to cover her mouth. Before long, everyone in the marquis's residence understands: this young lady may look as if a breeze could knock her over, but she can punch ten scumbags into next week. She talks about keeping peace in the family, then turns around and cheerfully digs a pit for you. Her dowry? No one gets to touch it. Insults? She won't put up with a single one. Slaps? She'll dish them out when they're due. The heir regrets everything and kneels to beg for a divorce. Wen Lingrao reclines on a chaise, smiling with danger in her eyes: “A divorce? My play hasn't reached the finale yet.”