Her grand wedding, celebrated throughout the capital with ten miles of red bridal decorations, became a painful memory of humiliation that would haunt her for half her life. She was his princess consort, yet the lowliest person in his household. In the bridal chamber, he looked at her with contempt, his pregnant secondary consort at his side. “This prince's princess consort, you've been in my household for over half a year, yet your belly shows no sign of life. Do you know that you've committed one of the seven grounds for divorce?”
She leisurely sipped her strong wine and smiled coldly. “Then please write me a letter of divorce, Your Highness. I would be deeply grateful…”
“Don't even think about it…” His handsome, chiseled face twisted slightly. He gripped her chin with his pale hand, a cruel smile tugging at his lips. “You'll never escape my grasp in this lifetime…”
“Is that so?” Ignoring the pain in her chin, she continued to smile coldly. “What can you do to me if I'm dead?”
When the child in her womb turned to blood, she could no longer remain a silent lamb, letting others butcher and bully her. When she opened her eyes again, she discovered that she was…
