Poisonous Steps Under Heaven: The Useless Little Mad Concubine

One day, time and space reversed, and she became her. Wicked servants bullying the master? Kill them! A concubine-born younger sister stealing a marriage? Get out with that scum! An elder legitimate sister coming for her life? An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth! He, the Imperial Uncle of the current dynasty: whenever he appears, his face is hidden behind a fanged mask, and he travels via wheelchair. She sneered beside him, "My noble brother-in-law and husband, no matter how much you pretend to be a refined scholar with a feather fan, you cannot hide the fact that you are a generation older than me." He frowned, "This Prince is twenty!" She spread her hands, laughing wantonly, her eyes and brows filled with mockery. Inside and outside the imperial court, storms began to rise. Conspiracies and open schemes emerged one after another; who could possibly walk through it all with ease?