After I Transmigrated, I Burned the Chief Minister’s Divorce Agreement

A concubine-born daughter forced into a substitute marriage? Left alone in an empty room on her wedding night?

When Shen Wei opened her eyes, she found herself sitting in a swaying bridal sedan chair.

Memories came flooding back: her timid predecessor, her sharp-tongued stepmother, and the desperate predicament of being forced to take her elder sister's place and marry the ruthless chief minister.

When the curtain was lifted, she saw not a wedding hall, but the chief minister's residence's cold, desolate side gate.

This transmigration's start is on hell mode.