(My new book, *The Fiery Wife: The Evil Emperor, So Sensual*, has been released; please support it!) "My beloved consort, from now on, you'll be responsible for 'birth,' and I'll be responsible for 'sex.'" Si Yutian cut a longevity cake with the words "Happy Birthday" written on it into four pieces, giving her the "birth" and keeping the "sex" for himself. "Get lost!" She, a 21st-century military doctor and major general, transmigrated into the body of the useless eldest daughter of the Ye family, persecuted by her fiancé and sent to a mental hospital; he, a prince of the largest empire, cunning and sullen, happened to live next door while on a secret mission. Being neighbors is fine; but have you ever seen a neighbor who crawls into your bed every day? Isn't that a bit too shameless? Handsome guy next door, please let me go! Please don't pester me! Please be a quiet mental patient!

A time traveler, she's armed with a built-in anti-virus radar. Beep—what? A vicious concubine, and a vicious concubine sister? Beep—ah! Arranged marriage, and her husband still doesn't like her? No matter, with her super-high IQ, she can kill the scum in a flash. Her stunning beauty attracts countless admirers, and her popularity is exploding. Emperors and princes are all under her skirt. "You are my woman!" Why? Do you have an invoice? Do you have a credit card? "The baby in your belly is mine." Damn! She was actually executed without permission and carried into the palace. What happened to the promise of turning clouds with a flip of the hand? What about the promise of turning rain with a flip of the hand? Give it all back to me!