She Wins with Madness While Others Rely on Beauty: With Mystical Arts at Her Fingertips, Even the Crown Prince Kneels

Ye Qiaoqiao transmigrates into the body of a forsaken wife who has just died, all because her husband wants to marry his new love. If she’s going to be a stumbling block on their way to the altar, she might as well make the most of it, right? When the mistress demands a dowry, Ye Qiaoqiao agrees: “You want three gold pieces turned into three jin? Fine, I’ll give you three jin of hell banknotes!” Her husband scolds her for insulting him with hell banknotes. She grins. “A generous dowry is nothing compared to a thick skin. A cheap woman like you is destined to make a living off her looks.” Her mother-in-law faints on the spot. Ye Qiaoqiao smiles without warmth. “Don’t rush. Your forehead is glowing. I’m sure you’ll have a houseful of grandchildren soon.” With her utterly unhinged tongue, Ye Qiaoqiao wins back her dowry, gets her divorce papers, and opens a fortune-telling shop in the capital. But then she runs into Prince Yu, who tries to take her by force. “Be my woman.” Ye Qiaoqiao drives three silver needles into his heart meridian. “A control freak? First, let’s see if you can put your words into practice.” “You dare poison me?” “I’m a queen, and I shine with confidence!” The crown prince falls for her at first sight and offers mountains of gold and silver to win her hand. Ye Qiaoqiao refuses with a serious look. “Gold bricks and silver bricks? Better to move bricks yourself! High rank and great power? Nothing beats the peace and quiet of the Imperial Ancestral Temple!” When envoys from the Di Kingdom arrive, they are astonished to discover that she is the princess their country lost fifteen years ago.