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

"He" is actually a she, a young marquis with a pair of uncanny violet eyes, a jinx whom everyone avoids and despises!

Since childhood, she has lived under someone else's roof, enduring endless slander. And now she's fallen so low that anyone can step on her, a useless wretch?!

What a joke! How dare you humiliate me?!

Someone mocks her? She'll break his legs!

Someone bullies her? She'll make the scum learn what despair means!

A peerless divine beast comes running to offer itself?

She'll kick it away! She doesn't want it!

Countless beautiful men and women admire her?

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

And picking up rare treasures from all over and inheriting the legacies of powerful experts is already outrageous enough, right?

But she casually picked up an icy demon king too?

Can someone explain why this legendary killer, who supposedly slays gods when they block his path and Buddhas when they stand in his way, is actually a shy, easily flustered, smoldering type who falls over with a single push?!

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

The woman rubbed her forehead. No, it's more like you've been too good.