The male protagonist returned home, only to learn that his wife had passed away, and the two children he had never even met had been sold.
He lost his mind on the spot.
The stepmother and stepbrother were beaten half to death and then directly sent to prison.
Later, he was sentenced to exile.
On the way, some died, some were injured—overall, it was a tragedy of immense suffering.
Meanwhile, the female protagonist, moved by helping the male protagonist find his children, caught his heart, and the two eventually came together.
In the end, they lived a happy, carefree life.
As for the twins, although the male protagonist eventually found them, their childhood trauma had already taken root.
The older child grew sensitive, insecure, and suspicious, and at a very young age began drinking and frequenting brothels. In the end, he was killed in a brothel over a courtesan.
The younger child, scarred by being sold in childhood, became extremely insecure. The more insecure she felt, the sharper and more malicious she became. She married through disgraceful means, and due to her physically weak constitution, she was infertile.
Because of her infertility, she sterilized all the women in her husband’s harem. In the end, a vengeful concubine poisoned her to death.
By contrast, the children the female protagonist bore herself developed fully—intellectually, morally, and physically. Yet this female protagonist was lauded as kind and gentle, always claiming she treated the two children as her own.
Su Manman thought, Seriously? Anyone who’s read even a little palace intrigue fiction wouldn’t believe this.
While reading, Su Manman hadn’t felt much, but now that she had transmigrated into the original protagonist’s body, a fire ignited in her heart.
Damn it, this family is total cannon fodder. Their very existence is just to highlight the female protagonist’s kindness and create opportunities for the male and female leads.
No way. She, Su Manman, would never be that kind of tool.
“Mom, what’s wrong?” The older child asked, scared, seeing their mother staring silently at them, as if ready to fight.
Snapping back to reality, Su Manman looked at the two frail little ones. Thinking of their tragic fates in the book, she felt like screaming.
Poor little things… only two or three, motherless, following father, might be okay, but once father remarries…
Life really is bitter beyond measure.
“Su Manman, you vile woman! Come out here!”
At the harsh voice, the two children trembled in fear.
Su Manman furrowed her brow. The moment she heard that tone, she knew—it was the malicious stepmother Zhao Shi.
Remembering that the original protagonist’s tragic fate was mostly caused by this stepmother, Su Manman’s heart burned with hatred.
Since she had taken over the original protagonist’s body, she would help her get revenge.
Su Manman swung her legs off the bed.
A wave of dizziness hit, almost toppling her to the ground.
“Mom…” the two little ones anxiously helped her steady herself.
Damn it… why now, after getting ready for a fight outside, must this weak body hold me back? Su Manman thought bitterly. She had spent a lifetime as a workhorse, yet she wouldn’t tolerate this.
Other transmigrators get systems or space. Why did she get nothing but this fragile body, ready to die at any moment?
Before transmigrating, she still had a body that could take punishment. Durable, tough, unyielding.
Why should she settle for less?
She wanted a space, a system, and her million gold coins.
As Su Manman’s conviction surged, the scene suddenly shifted.
She found herself in a barren place, with a small spring trickling in the middle.
Her eyes lit up.
Hehe, I know this one.
The spring was a spiritual source, late but arriving nonetheless. Without hesitation, she knelt down and drank deeply from it.
Energy surged straight into her, heating her body. Her almost depleted energy replenished instantly—full health restored.
The treasure truly was a treasure.
“Mom… Mom…”
The children, seeing Su Manman suddenly freeze with vacant eyes, shook her urgently.
She regained consciousness, back in the thatched hut. Before she could figure out what had happened, BANG!
The wall of the hut collapsed.
Zhao Shi and her sons and daughters-in-law stood outside, brimming with aggression, unashamed by the collapse.
Su Manman’s anger skyrocketed.
Enough of giving people face.
Having suffered enough as a modern workhorse, mentally oppressed, she could not tolerate this.
She grabbed a stick and charged.
“Damn it… all of you, die!”
Three strikes, two hitting Zhao Shi.
Zhao Shi wanted to intimidate Su Manman with a glare, but before she could move, she was hit twice. Seeing Su Manman’s murderous look, she fled in terror.
As she ran, she saw her daughters-in-law standing by, motionless, and cursed them.
“You two fools, what are you standing there for? Help me!”
The daughters-in-law, who could never hit anyone ten times in a row, never expected Su Manman to be so ferocious.
“Sister-in-law, what are you doing? How can you hit Mom?”
The second daughter-in-law, Zhou Shi, tried to grab Su Manman, but Su Manman, as if she had eyes on her back, spun, scaring Zhou Shi into freezing. Before she could react, a strike hit her hand.
Zhou Shi screamed, holding her hand in pain.
“Su Manman, how dare you hit me?”
Su Manman: “I did hit you. Why ask if I dare?”
“Fool,” she muttered, striking again.
Zhao Shi’s third daughter-in-law, Jin Shi, wanted to help, but seeing Su Manman’s ferocity, she dared not move.
“Husband, what are you standing there for?” Zhou Shi shouted at the stunned Gu Lao’er.
Gu Lao’er and his brother had only come to support; men don’t usually intervene in women’s fights, and it was three against one.
Who knew this frail woman would fight like a changed person—one against two, without losing a single advantage.
Seeing their mother and wives suffer, the brothers could no longer restrain themselves.
“Third, go!”
The two brothers approached Su Manman.
She thought: she could handle women with aggression, but against two grown men? No chance.
“Gu Lao’er, Gu Lao San, are you men or not, hitting women?”
Gu Lao’er and Gu Lao San weren’t usually opposed to fighting women, especially Gu Lao’er, who had long coveted Su Manman, waiting for a chance to take advantage of her.
Seeing his sleazy gaze, Su Manman knew exactly what he was thinking.
Damn it. If he dared touch her, she’d jab him in the neck with her hairpin, taking him down with her if necessary.
Even death would be better than being cannon fodder in this book.