Favoring a Concubine and Cast Aside His Wife? I Torment My Ex-Husband to Death, Crush His Family, and Marry Up

(Putting scumbags in their place + Second Male Lead takes the lead + Household and palace intrigue + Devoted, sweet romance with mutual purity + Clear-headed heroine)

The male lead has been carefully plotting to win the heroine over, maneuvering at every turn. They marry first and fall in love later.

Because she spent a night with the male lead in her previous life, the heroine keeps avoiding him in this one. He takes her by force.

In her previous life, Jiang Yunshu was imprisoned and tortured to death by the adopted son she had raised herself, the chief minister. Her once-noble and proud maternal family was ruined by him, and the entire family was exiled to the frontier.

Only as she lay dying did she learn that the adopted son she had treated with sincere affection was actually born to her husband and his mistress.

Her husband, who had shared her bed every night without ever touching her, and the young cousin who was always so attentive to her turned out to be a pair of treacherous scoundrels!

When Jiang Yunshu woke, she had returned to the day her adopted son entered the household.

Covet my dowry? Trick me into raising your son? Guilt-trip me?

Even if the Marquis’s household goes bankrupt, you’ll pay it all back! I’m not raising that adopted son! As long as I have no morals, nobody can guilt-trip me!

In this life, Jiang Yunshu will make everyone who hurt her pay in blood!

The man who suddenly barged into her life smiled seductively in the dark. “My lady, how about I help you get a divorce?”

Jiang Yunshu calmly shook her head. “Your Highness, please mind your manners.”

The constraints of the times made life difficult for women.

When you find yourself in a dead end, you should turn back before it’s too late.

Jiang Yunshu used her own abilities to turn the tide, but then the man behind her looked at her pitifully. “Xian’er, I’ll cherish you as my greatest treasure...”

Jiang Yunshu believed his nonsense, and the struggle escalated from household intrigue to palace politics and matters of state. She could only rub her forehead, exhausted.

She had chosen this path, so she could only push forward, one level at a time, fighting her way through with tears in her eyes.