"Mother, it’s all the daughter-in-law’s fault. Please, don’t be angry anymore; don’t ruin your health over this!"
The gorgeously dressed lady, Jiaojiao, spoke timidly, her words exceedingly humble.
He Tiantian: ...Huh, so this time I’ve reincarnated as a mother-in-law?
Have I become that kind of evil mother-in-law found in top-grade fiction? An old witch villain?
He Tiantian lowered her eyelids discreetly, slightly raising her hand to see if this body was indeed old and frail.
But what caught her eye was a fair and slender hand.
No dryness, no wrinkles, and certainly no age spots.
This body must not be too old.
He Tiantian thought about it and then realized: people got married early in ancient times.
One could marry at fifteen or sixteen, and by thirty, one could be a grandmother.
So, even with a daughter-in-law, it didn’t mean this body was that of an old hag.
Besides, aside from the first wife, there was also the possibility of being a stepwife brought in to fill the wife’s role.
In that case, the original host’s age could be even younger.
He Tiantian narrowed her eyes and shifted her gaze towards the gorgeously attired woman not far away.
This woman looked like she was raised in luxury.
Though her demeanor was timid, her temperament, makeup, and clothing all indicated that she came from an exceedingly good family background.
She might even be some noble lady.
Yet here she was, a person of such noble birth, humbly kneeling on the ground; even if the mother-in-law is an elder, the daughter-in-law’s respect seems a bit too much.
Either the original host was incredibly "capable," managing to grasp even a high-born daughter-in-law.
Or the daughter-in-law was too weak, coming from a powerful family but still cowering before her mother-in-law.
Considering the villain scripts He Tiantian was used to getting, she had every reason to believe that the original host was no easy-going character.
Domination, even humiliation, of the daughter-in-law was probably a piece of cake.
Otherwise, there wouldn’t be such evident fear in the daughter-in-law’s expression.
It wasn’t the fear that a younger generation has for an elder...it was as if she had seen some man-eating Old Witch.
Rubbing her temples, she didn’t feel like constantly complaining.
But being a villain truly isn’t a pleasant experience, is it.
"Student Xiao D, give me the script!"
Since I’m a villain, it’s only right to be a bit overbearing.
He Tiantian ignored the gorgeously dressed woman’s pleas, closed her eyes, and began to receive the plot.
"Okay! Transmitting the plot now!"
Student Xiao D seemed to forget the earlier wailing, transforming back into a cute little assistant.
Soon enough, He Tiantian received the script.
Her heart remained calm, she even felt like laughing a bit.
Hmph, absolutely no creativity, villain, villain, always a villain!
It’s just a task, what "creativity" do you need?
Student Xiao D silently snarked in the kernel’s depths, then protested: "Tiantian, it’s not completely without creativity. This time, the biggest villain isn’t you—"
Before Student Xiao D could finish speaking, He Tiantian interrupted, "Right, the main villain isn’t me, it’s my cheap son!"
Yes, to summarize this script in one sentence: My son is a treacherous official.
A treacherous official!
Not only guilty of corruption and framing loyal officials, this guy even dared to open the door to thieves, recognizing a robber as his father.
Basically, any misdeed you’d find attributed to historical villains, He Tiantian’s unlucky son had committed them all.
Besides these national and ethnic sins, he was also an ingrate, vile, and shameless Phoenix Man, a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
In modern terms, the original host’s son He Xi was a top-grade scumbag.
He Xi came from poverty, fatherless from a young age, and it was his widowed mother who struggled to raise him and his two siblings.
So, He Xi was extremely filial to his mother, to the point of foolishness.
Being a filial son could be understood; after all, a widow’s life is not easy.
But often using "my mother’s life is hard" as an excuse to force his noble-born wife and children to become slaves to his mother was a bit excessive.
In modern times, that would make him a classic mama’s boy, the absurdly filial type.
However, He Xi was very good at pretense; being clever since he was young, his widowed mother spared nothing for his education, and he actually became successful.
At thirteen, he became a Scholar, at fifteen, a scholar, and at sixteen, during a special imperial examinations granted by the court, he directly became a higher Scholar.
A sixteen-year-old Scholar, truly could be described as a promising young man.
And He Xi was quite handsome too; despite his rustic origins, he was tall and fair-skinned, with a pair of peach blossom eyes that were especially entrancing.