Regent, Stop Putting on a Brave Face. Your Princess Consort Holds the Ledger of Life and Death

Yan Siling, the youngest King of Hell in the Underworld, felt like the sky was about to fall.

Damn it, it wasn't her fault the road to reincarnation was backed up. Why should she have to explain the falling birth rate?

She was the King of Hell, not the God of Marriage!

She was already in a foul mood, and then she ran into a scumbag and a green tea bitch.

Scumbag fiancé: “I'll show you what it means that the husband always has the final say.”

She rolled her eyes, crushed every bone in his body, and left him with a lifetime of lying in bed.

The green tea bitch tried to guilt-trip her: “Everything you have now belongs to our House of the Marquis of Hengyang.”

She pulled out her abacus. “I may be modest, but even though I learned little else growing up in the Underworld, I know my way around a ledger. The House of the Marquis of Hengyang owes me a thousand taels of gold, plus interest.”

The Heavenly Dao thundered in fury: “I told you to save the human birth rate! Do you still want to return to the Underworld?”

She grabbed the Heavenly Dao by the nerve endings. “Say another word, and I'll drag you down to the Underworld too!”