In her previous life, she and her husband treated each other with respect. She watched him take one concubine after another, until his household was filled with beauties. She spent her whole life searching in vain for her family, and died alone.
Reborn, she somehow ended up marrying the cold-faced Regent.
A misunderstanding on their wedding night left the prince distant and indifferent toward her.
She didn't care: if you keep me at arm's length, I'll find you concubines. I'll fill the whole house with beauties, and then we can both have some peace and freedom.
She spent her days picking out beauties and sending them to his chambers, busily playing the “virtuous wife.” The whole capital was stunned.
At first, the Regent looked down on her, but as time went on, something about him became increasingly strange.
Watching her act as if she couldn't care less, he grew insanely jealous and pressed her at every turn:
“Since you love finding concubines for me so much, do you even have any feelings for me?”
She raised her eyes and smiled faintly:
“My lord has beauties by his side. How about we divorce?”
