After He Forced Me to Marry Him, the Regent Ruled the Court with Absolute Power

Could even Lady Meng, the underworld's Granny Meng, get swept up in the latest trend and join the ranks of people transmigrating into books? Meng Sanya looked down at the Michelin-man rolls around her waist, then up at her reflection, whose features looked as if she'd been beaten swollen. She gave an awkward laugh. “You've got to be kidding me!” How was she supposed to live with a face like a pig's? Unfortunately, being a pig's head came with three perks: she was the prefect's legitimate daughter, had an absurdly tough fate, and, best of all, had married a good husband. Before the forced marriage, a certain prince cursed and refused to go along with it. Meng Sanya raised a brow. “Looks like you need to be taught a lesson!” Being chosen by the great Granny Meng was a blessing that brought glory to one's ancestors. After the wedding, the Regent, famed for making everyone keep their distance, stood outside the courtyard and called sweetly, “Wife?” A maid from the manor bravely stepped forward. “Your Highness, Madam said you have to drink this bowl of soup.” The man glanced at the bowl of pitch-black soup. “My dear wife, your husband has no need for tonics like this!” Before long, rustling came from inside the room. The maids and matrons blushed, and not long after that, their prince was kicked right out of the room… Meng Sanya planted her hands on her hips. “I don't want to have a third child!”