Yan Xiaomo

Before Wufu was reborn, she had no idea there was such a thing as rebirth. Only after her rebirth did she realize Heaven must have thought her previous life was too smooth, so it sent her to suffer in this ancient land where morality, decency, and the Female Precepts were held in high esteem, pitiful indeed! From being a master jade carver to having her soul transmigrate into a farm girl with a wretched background, she was bullied and humiliated. Even the bun-selling mother advised her that forbearance is gold? Bullshit! She could endure, but her other identity absolutely could not—robbers, swept away; insults to her mother, you're crippled... Wufu has a saying, for every insult and humiliation, I will repay a hundredfold. But what's with this one? He doesn't bully her; he only wants to sleep with her? And he even dares... to mount her? Well, a lord can endure, but Wufu cannot. Mount him back, life or death, a hundred years, neither owes the other anything!

Doted By The Regent King

After managing the household for a few days, Wufu became completely listless. She never knew that being a laissez-faire lady in ancient times was so difficult; servants came to her for instructions every day. Just listening to those messy and trivial matters made her feel as if her head had grown larger.


It felt less like being a young lady and more like hard labor—dealing with all these trivial issues was utterly uninteresting.


Even with the reduced number of family members and the relatively few matters at hand, she feared it would have been even more headache-inducing otherwise.


Still, Wufu nagged Madam Zhou every day, desperately hoping Madam Zhou would recover soon and take over these chores.


Chapter 367 Wufu Handover of Power