Shili Hongzhuang's glorious wedding in Jinghua was a painful memory of her shame for half her life. She is his princess, but she is the most humble person in the house. In the wedding room, he brought his pregnant concubine with him and scorned her coldly, "My princess, you have been married into the palace for more than half a year and there is still no movement in your belly? Do you know that you have committed the seven-step rule?" She sneered while drinking the strong wine in the cup, "Then please ask the prince to write a letter of divorce as a sign of gratitude..." "Don't even think about it..." His handsome face was as sharp as a knife. Twisted, he pinched her chin with his bare hands and pulled out a cruel smile, "You will never escape from the palm of my hand in this life..." "Really?" She ignored the severe pain in her jaw and still sneered, "What can you do to me if I die?" When the flesh and bones in her belly turned to blood, she could no longer be a silent lamb and let others slaughter and bully her. When she opened her eyes again, it turned out that she was...
