Remarried to a Ghost

For revenge, I was dragged into hell by the Ghost King. Two years ago, I was made to kneel in the Xie family ancestral hall for two days and two nights. My husband, whom I had loved for ten years and been married to for three, was Xie Anyi, the Great Qi dynasty’s foremost general. He tenderly held his beloved transmigrator, while his eyes showed undisguised disgust whenever he looked at me. The father I had always respected, the Grand Tutor and head of the civil officials, said I had disgraced the family and was the stain on his life. Xie Anyi said he had never loved me, and marrying me had been something he was forced to do. After what I had done, he said, I was even less worthy of being his wife. Not only would he divorce me, he would have me drowned in a pig cage. Two years later, I tied Xie Anyi, covered in blood, to a wooden post and made him watch as I cut the transmigrator’s flesh away, one slice at a time.