I bought a husband from the slave market.
He was handsome, gentle, and treated me wonderfully. Most importantly, he didn't look down on me for being a fool.
Then one day, my slave husband suddenly became the exalted emperor.
He imprisoned me in the inner palace, surrounded himself with concubines, and let those women torment me.
His empress pushed me into a lake, and I died in its freezing waters.
Reborn, I returned to the day I bought him.
This time, I won't make the same mistakes again.
I'll make him pay dearly, returning all the pain he caused me.
But why, no matter how I treat him, does he seem to relish every bit of it?
