You Brought Your Concubine to Force Me from the Palace? Ha! I’ll Make You Regret It Before I Divorce You

Xiao Yue finally fell ill after working herself to the bone for her husband's family. Her husband returned from war, where he had been captured, bringing a mother and son with him.

“She comes from Xiyi. She can barely read, and she's a straightforward sort. Don't take it personally.”

What a joke. Does being uneducated make her right?

Xiao Yue saw through the family's heartlessness. Their household business could only run with her, could it? Well, she was seriously ill and wouldn't be managing it anymore. If they wanted to keep up appearances, they could earn the money themselves.

They had their eyes on her dowry? Her mother had planned ahead before the wedding, and the dowry wasn't in her hands anyway.

They thought her sickly appearance was an embarrassment and tried to force her out, then, when her beauty returned, claimed they were granting her a child. They had no shame at all.

Xiao Yue had meant to part on good terms, but her scumbag husband, his shameless mistress, and her vile mother-in-law refused to let her go. They tried every trick in the book to bleed her dry.

Fine, bring it on. Make a scene. There's nothing more fun than a good fight.

And so the Song household descended into chaos, with everyone running around in a panic.

One day, amid a sudden world of darkness and turmoil, she fell into their trap and was stuffed into a sack while dazed.

When the sack was opened, a breathtaking face appeared above her, its dark eyes like a starry river.

The man, now powerful enough to command the court, curled his lips into a smile. “You refused to marry me back then, but now your husband's family has sent you to my bed for their own benefit. Tell me, Xiao Yue, are we destined to be together or not?”

It turned out that he had resented her all these seven years.