You Said My Broken Palm Lines Would Doom My Husband. How About That Face-Slapping Now?

By a twist of fate, Lin Yiyi and Xiao Jiuming went through the wedding rites together twice. The first time, Xiao Jiuming helped Lin Yiyi out of a difficult situation. The second time, Lin Yiyi married Xiao Jiuming to bring him good fortune. Because she was believed to bring misfortune with her palmistry, Lin Yiyi was confined to the General’s residence for seventeen years. Murong Mo, the Southern Dynasty’s God of War, was young and accomplished, with countless victories to his name. Bound by a marriage contract, he had no choice but to wed Lin Yiyi, the ill-fated girl promised to him before birth. On their wedding day, Murong Mo was far away on the frontier, so someone else had to stand in for him during the wedding rites. After the wedding, Lin Yiyi repeatedly dreamed a scandalous dream. The man in her dreams was handsome and alluring, with a wild, untamed air. Lin Yiyi was no pushover either, ready to outdo him in wildness and match him in strength. In her dreams, Lin Yiyi could never make out the man’s face, but his voice was exactly the same as that of the man who had gone through the wedding rites with her. Could they be the same person? During a battle on the frontier, Murong Mo was saved by a woman and fell for her. After waiting in vain for half a year, Lin Yiyi offered a bitter smile and asked for a divorce. To her surprise, the woman sneered, “A Mo, I don’t want you to divorce her. I want her dead!” A cold gleam flashed in Lin Yiyi’s eyes. “You want me dead? I’ll make you wish you were dead.” “You’re keeping Murong Mo for yourself while dreaming of a happy life with your childhood sweetheart. I won’t let you have your way.” Lin Yiyi turned and married that woman’s childhood sweetheart, Xiao Jiuming. Lin Yiyi realized she could no longer rein herself in. All she had wanted was revenge, but somehow the situation kept spiraling. Since she had been branded an ill-fated woman, if she didn’t rebel and bring that whole lot to ruin, she wouldn’t deserve the title.