The day before my husband returned to the capital at the head of his army to put down the rebels, I was hacked to death by the insurgents. My body was hung from the city wall.
My spirit watched as he embraced the woman who shared his household and stepped over my corpse, celebrating my death.
On our wedding day three years earlier, he had been a poor scholar. He left with the army to campaign in the west, while I struggled alone, spending all my dowry to keep things afloat. In return, he used his military honors to ask for Jiang to become his secondary wife.
Though heartbroken, I endured it and continued to devote myself to him as I always had.
I never imagined it had all been their plan. My patience and willingness to step aside became the blades they used against me.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day he returned in triumph and planned to take a secondary wife.
I slapped a divorce agreement against the scumbag’s face, then turned around and emptied the general’s residence of its treasures, making sure he was ruined and never recovered.
But... Your Highness, Seventh Prince, you’re standing much too close!
