"B*tch, don't pretend to be dead on the ground. You have no other choice but to marry him!"

The ear-piercing voice made Feng Jiyue dizzy. She struggled to open her eyes and saw a beefy woman standing with her hands on her hips, scolding her rudely.

With the surge of emotions, the pearls on the woman's head and the golden bracelet on her wrist shook rhythmically.

Behind the woman, two young ladies in gorgeous clothes sneered in a low voice. They looked at her with sarcasm, as if they were looking at a twisted worm.

Jiyue was a bit confused. She remembered that she was working with her cute partner in the laboratory to study cases. They had an argument because of a certain problem, and her silver tongue made her partner's face red and his legs weak, which made her horny.

How could she get to this strange place in the blink of an eye before she could flirt with him?

"Eh..."

With a sudden headache, a stream of memories that didn't belong to her flooded into her mind.

Somehow she traveled through time and became the namesake of the Eldest Young Lady of Dongli Country's Prime Minister.

For the sake of power, her father, Feng Hanchen, sent his old first wife back to her hometown and married Wang Manbai, the daughter of the Wang Family in the capital.

However, when the old wife left, she was pregnant and then died while giving birth to Jiyue.

Originally, Hanchen had never planned to regard Jiyue as his daughter, let alone take her back to the capital and give her the honor of being the legitimate daughter of Prime Minister.

Unexpectedly, the Empress Dowager issued an imperial edict to grant the marriage of the daughter of Prime Minister to Nie Xiujin, the God of War and the Prince Regent of Dongli Country.

It sounded like a good marriage, but Xiujin's legs were crippled at the age of fifteen. He could only move in a wheelchair, and he was brutal and unpredictable. So far, his five wives had died, all on the wedding nights.

Speculation about whether Xiujin had any cruel proclivity for women had been rife, but one thing was certain: whoever married Xiujin would die. 

Not willing to let his two daughters, whom he had raised beside him, die, Hanchen picked up Jiyue from her hometown in the countryside. 

The poor Jiyue had thought that her father had been stung by his conscience and started to be good to her. So she rushed to the capital happily, but was unexpectedly forced to change into wedding clothes and would soon be sent to Prince Regent's Mansion to perform the wedding ceremony. 

The original Jiyue would rather die than marry Xiujin. Then she crashed into the wall, and that was how things came to be.

"It's so noisy." Jiyue lazily stood up from the ground and looked at the woman, Manbai, who was still talking non-stop. "With your body shape, those who don't know the truth will think that it's some kind of pig that has become a spirit. It's really a pity for Mr. Feng to put up with you."

Manbai was stunned for a long time before she realized what Jiyue meant. Her face turned red with anger. "B*tch, what are you talking about? Guards, tear her mouth off!"

"Who dares!" Jiyue shouted and scareed away the guards who were ready to rush up. She looked at Manbai with a smile and said, "Mrs. Wang, don't forget that you're still begging me to get married. I heard that today Consort Xiao, the Prince Regent's mother will also come to the wedding of his son."

"I have always been a person who doesn't know how to endure. If I am wronged and hurt, I like to complain to others. What if I hugged Consort Xiao's thigh in front of everyone during the wedding and said something I shouldn't say... Alas, Mrs. Wang, what do you think I should do?"