She Wins with Madness, Not Beauty: With Mystical Arts at Her Fingertips, Even the Crown Prince Kneels

Ye Qiaoqiao’s soul transmigrates into the body of a discarded wife who has just died, all because her husband wants to marry his new love. As the obstacle in their path to wedded bliss, shouldn’t she make the most of it? When the mistress-to-be asks for a dowry, she says, “You want three gold pieces? How about three pounds of hell money instead!” Her husband rages, accusing her of insulting him with ghost money. She smiles. “No matter how lavish the dowry, it can’t beat having thick skin. A shameless woman like you is destined to live off her looks.” Her mother-in-law faints on the spot. Ye Qiaoqiao smiles without warmth. “Don’t rush. Your forehead is glowing, so you’re sure to have a house full of grandchildren before long.” With a sharp tongue and a talent for taking things to the extreme, Ye Qiaoqiao wins back her dowry, gets her divorce papers, and opens a fortune-telling shop in the capital. But then she crosses paths with the domineering Prince Yu. “Be my woman.” Ye Qiaoqiao sticks three silver needles into his heart meridian. “Obsessive-compulsive? Let’s see if you can actually practice what you preach.” “You dare poison me?” “I’m a queen, and I shine with confidence!” The Crown Prince falls for her at first sight and offers a fortune in gold and silver treasures to win her hand. Ye Qiaoqiao refuses solemnly. “Gold bricks and silver bricks? Better to move bricks yourself! High rank and power? The Imperial Ancestral Temple is much more peaceful!” When envoys from the Di Kingdom visit, they are astonished to discover that she is the princess their country lost fifteen years ago.