Want a Divorce? Let's Consummate the Marriage First!

[Imaginative wish-fulfillment, a powerful team, sweet romance with no angst, a groveling chase to win her back]

Three years ago, the cold, abstinent regent Xiao Chenyuan was forced to marry Jiang Wan, a commandery princess who “loved money and good-looking men.” On their wedding night, he abandoned her to lead an expedition to the northwest, making her a laughingstock.

Jiang Wan simply moved out of the prince’s manor and kept a group of “male companions” at her other residence, cementing her reputation as “scandalous.” No one knew that these men, each with a different identity, were actually an intelligence network she had carefully built. They helped her uncover secrets at court and military reports from the border, letting her live freely while she waited for Xiao Chenyuan to return so she could divorce him.

Three years later, Xiao Chenyuan returned victorious. At the celebratory banquet, Jiang Wan went straight to him with divorce papers and said coldly, “Sign them, Your Highness. We’ll go our separate ways and each find happiness.” Xiao Chenyuan said nothing. With everyone watching, he swept her into his arms and strode into the inner chamber, then lowered his head and kissed her soft lips fiercely.

“What are you doing?” she gasped, struggling. “Consummating our marriage.” He kissed her forcefully. “We’ve never done it. How can you know whether you want a divorce?” Then he “consummated their marriage.”

One night, after getting drunk and hearing that he was keeping a mistress, she flew into a jealous rage and went to find her “male companions.” He simply carried her into the hot spring. Steam curled through the air, and ministers were still outside the screen. He held her tight and whispered provocatively in her ear, “Can your ‘male companions’ serve you as well as I do, my princess?” The next day, sore and aching, she angrily protested, “I’m never getting in a hot spring with you again. If we do it one more time, I’ll...” But he sealed her lips with another kiss.

In the dead of night, he pinned her against the door as she swayed with drunkenness. His breath was hot, and his low, commanding voice brimmed with irresistible temptation:

“Open your mouth, good girl... Let’s do it again and relive our time in the hot spring...”