I'm a Man in Red, but the Young Marquis Keeps Starting Rebellions

"He" was actually a woman, a little marquis with eerie purple eyes, feared and despised by everyone as an ill-starred menace!

Since childhood, she had lived under someone else's roof and endured endless humiliation. Now she'd fallen so low that anyone could come along and step on her?!

What a joke! How dare you bully me?!

Someone mocks her? She'll break his legs!

Someone bullies her? She'll show that scum what despair means!

A peerless divine beast practically offering itself to her?

Kick it away! She doesn't want it!

Beautiful men and women all falling for her?

The men are one thing, but what's with that Demon Cult Saintess and her own fiancée? She's a woman!

And that's not all. Finding rare treasures everywhere and inheriting the legacies of all kinds of mighty experts is already outrageous enough, right?

But she also casually picked up an icy demon king?

Can someone explain why this legendary killer, who supposedly slaughters gods when gods stand in his way and Buddhas when Buddhas stand in his way, is such a shy, easily flustered, secretly flirtatious guy who falls over with a single push?!

The icy man leaned against the bed, the corners of his eyes red. "Niannian, have I not been a good enough husband?"

The woman pressed a hand to her forehead. No, you're far too good.