On My Wedding Night, I Was Six Months Pregnant When I Married the God of War

A top medical student from the 21st century transmigrates into the body of the infamous legitimate daughter of the Chancellor’s household.

The night before she is to marry the God of War Prince, she discovers she’s pregnant.

The prince wants to divorce her, and his secondary consort wants her dead. She twirls the scalpel in her hand and says nonchalantly, “Fine. Just let me finish this job first.”

She takes on the scheming white lotus, humiliates the scumbag, and insists on divorcing the prince.

With her superb medical skills, she makes a fortune and thrives on her own.

Her pretty-boy younger brother shows up every day, pleading, “Sister, let’s get married.”

The prince refuses to leave her home, constantly murmuring, “No matter how wonderful anyone else is, no one compares to the first wife.”

After her son is born, the prince is even less willing to leave. He cuddles and kisses the boy over and over, vowing to become the best stepfather in the world.