In my previous life, my half-sister drugged me, and that scumbag brought people to catch us in the act. I was smothered to death in the ancestral hall.
Reborn on the night of my wedding, my half-sister handed me that cup of poisoned wine again.
I smiled.
I crushed the cup in my hand, forced the poison down her throat, then grabbed a vase and smashed the scumbag's head!
You want to harm me? I'll make sure your whole family is buried with you!
An imperial decree arranged my marriage to the frail Seventh Prince. The entire capital laughed, saying I'd be widowed sooner or later.
On our wedding night, the supposedly half-dead prince who wasn't expected to live three years turned the lock from the inside.
He pulled two knives from under his pillow and tossed one to me.
"Princess Consort, there are five assassins outside. Are you killing them, or am I?"
I picked up the knife. "We'll kill them together!"
From then on, everyone in the capital knew the Seventh Princess Consort was a vicious woman.
I investigated cases, and he handed me a knife. I killed people, and he cleaned up afterward.
Until my identity was exposed: I was the late emperor's orphan.
The court officials all knelt in homage, but he knelt on one knee and said, "Your servant is willing to give his life to keep Her Highness the Princess safe."
The Crown Prince was brought to justice, the Empress was deposed, and the scumbag and my half-sister knelt at my feet, begging for mercy.
The entire capital thought I would marry him.
Until that day, when I stood atop the city wall and removed my phoenix coronet...
