Cultivation? I Like Having Superiors Generations Older Than Me

When I transmigrated here, I stopped being a wage slave and became someone who rode a horse: the heir of the Redflame Prince.

Though I was an heir, I was also a fool.

Worse still, my estate had long since been stripped of its power and taken over by the princess's husband.

On the night of my wedding, just as I was preparing to consummate the marriage, I saw the princess's husband rushing out, trousers in hand.

Was he trying to steal my place, or use me to produce an heir?

Fury welled up in me... Revenge became my life's obsession.