After My Husband Gave His Childhood Sweetheart a Dowry, I Gave Up on Winning Him Over

In the third year of my marriage to Su Qingche, he secretly sent his childhood sweetheart three hundred loads of wedding gifts.

Silks and satins, gold and silver, even the grand finale, a wedding coffin, was made of golden-threaded wood.

When I married him, all I got was a single sedan chair quietly carrying me into the Su residence.

We even held the wedding ceremony with a rooster as my stand-in.

And that was despite the fact that I had saved him from danger several times.

Su Qingche told me not to covet what wasn't mine, and that the title of Madam Su was already the greatest favor he could grant me.

"You came into my study without my permission again!"

Furious, he snatched the red list from my hands and carefully put it away in a booklet.

Feeling the emptiness in my hands, I slowly lowered them.

"Su Qingche, let's divorce."

A mocking look crept into his usually cold, hard expression.

"You transmigrated here with no family or friends. Where could you go if you left me?"

He even made sure to remind me that I had no official household registration.

I simply returned to my room in silence and summoned the System.

I gave up on saving Su Qingche and accepted his fate of dying by being torn apart by chariots.