Instead of Being Cannon Fodder for My Mistress, I Will Find Another Way to Marry a Thousand Years Old.

After three years of marriage, Lu Sijin served his mother-in-law and took care of the housework. By supplementing his dowry, he helped the crumbling Mingwei Hou Mansion rise to prominence. She was working hard in the capital, while her husband was in the northwest camp, inseparable from other women. At the celebration banquet, the woman confidently shot an arrow at her and mocked her for being timid and unable to take a joke. She picked up the long-lost bow and arrow, and aimed an arrow between the woman's eyebrows. When she proposed divorce, the man didn't take it seriously: it was just a hard-to-get trick. Lu Sijin tore up the letter of separation: Okay, if you don't get along, I'll break up! … Lu Sijin suddenly became the first woman in Beijing to divorce her husband. Shen Jingmo was angry and resentful: If you leave me, you will be an abandoned woman. No man will want you, and you will regret it. Lu Sijin looked at the monster-like man next to him: He said you are not a man. The nine-thousand-year-old, who wields power and is feared by everyone, raised his phoenix eyes slightly and reached out to touch her waist: "Ajin, don't make trouble, be careful of fetal contractions."