After I Dragged the Heir Apparent Down from the Buddhist Altar, His Consort Had Triplets

Jiang Li was born into a noble family. She spent her life working tirelessly for her husband, who came from humble beginnings, and helped him rise to the position of Grand Secretary. In the end, she was left haggard and disfigured, dying miserably in a dungeon. Only as she closed her eyes did she learn that while she had spent half her life laboring for his future, the scoundrel had already gotten involved with her legitimate younger sister! Reborn, she found her younger sister had already traded betrothals, forcing her to marry the short-lived heir who had been meant for her sister. Her younger sister sneered, “Jiang Li, the heir won’t live past thirty. This time, you can take my place and spend your life as a widow!” Li Changqing said, “Your younger sister was the one I wanted from the start. Jiang Li, I’ve never loved you, in this life or the last.” The short-lived heir, whose heart was as detached as the Buddha’s, said, “Jiang Li, I’ll grant you a divorce in a month.” Jiang Li: “…” Fine. Once she left the ducal estate, she would be free again. In this life, she would never get involved in court politics or become an official’s wife again! This time, her fate belonged to her alone! But a whole year had passed. My lord, where’s my divorce? “Don’t rush.” Jiang Li lowered her head and stared at her ever-growing belly. “…” You tell me, should I rush or not? Later, looking at the clear-eyed man before her, striding along as if he were nowhere near his grave, Jiang Li gritted her teeth in fury. “Which quack said he was dying?!” Later still, the man with a Buddha-like heart was no longer cold and distant. Clinging to her, he cradled her face. “My dear A Li, how about you stop being an official’s wife and become my empress?”