Mo Ling

After Chuzheng is suddenly pronounced dead by a system all of a sudden, her only worry in life becomes—spending money. Ever since she gets stuck with this system, her back is no longer sore and her legs no longer ache. Heck, there isn't even a time when she goes out of breath. 
System: Let us set a small goal first and squander a hundred million... Little Miss, stop right there! Don't activate the invincible mode!
 (▼皿▼#) Chuzheng: Can you please explain what is this thing that is leeching off me? 
Random Thing: Babe, you can do whatever you want to me. 
Chuzheng: (touches her blade) In-In that case, I will not stand on ceremony. 
System: Little Miss, please put the saber down right this instant! (▼へ▼メ) 
#LittleMissAlwaysDoesAsShePleases.

Let's Squander A Billion First!

"Did the Thirteenth Prince hit someone?"


"No," Chuzheng replied calmly and collectedly.


Upon hearing Chuzheng's denial, the kneeling general immediately rebuked, "Your Majesty, this is the evidence of his assault."


The general pointed to his own forehead.


Chuzheng glanced over, "I'm just a weak prince without the strength to truss a chicken. How could I possibly have beaten you to such a state? Don't talk nonsense."


Chuzheng might as well have written 'I'm weak, don't frame me' in large characters on his face.


"Your Majesty, he's lying!" The general, so angry that the lump on his head seemed to swell even bigger, said, "There were so many witnesses at that time, Your Majesty can ask someone."


If it doesn't work out, I'll just have to get rid of the Emperor as well.


[...]Miss, your 'no good' makes me feel so good! 


Chapter 508: Difficult to be a Hostage (3)