For three years of marriage, Lu Sijin served her mother-in-law and managed the household, using her own dowry to prop up the crumbling Marquis of Mingwei’s residence and restore it to glory.
While she worked herself to the bone in the capital, her husband was at a northwestern military camp, wrapped up with another woman.
At the victory banquet, that woman brazenly shot an arrow at her, then mocked her for being timid and unable to take a joke.
Lu Sijin picked up a bow for the first time in ages and shot an arrow straight between the woman’s brows.
She asked for a divorce. Her husband didn’t take her seriously: It was just a ploy to make him chase her.
Lu Sijin tore up the divorce papers. “Fine, no divorce. I’ll divorce you instead!”
Lu Sijin became the first woman in the capital to divorce her husband.
Shen Jingmo was furious and resentful. “Without me, you’re just a cast-off wife. What man would want you? You’ll regret this.”
Lu Sijin glanced at the impossibly handsome man beside her. “He says you’re not a man.”
The powerful and feared Ninth Lord raised his phoenix eyes and rested a hand on her waist. “A Jin, don’t be naughty. You might upset the baby.”
Good, the story is full of plot