I Reincarnated as the Chief Minister's Wicked Ex-Wife, and My Legs Turned to Jelly

With Lu Hanzhou completely unprepared, Shen Zhiyi seemed to lose every ounce of strength, yet also to seize her only lifeline. She dropped straight to her knees, sliding across the floor. Yes, a real, full-on kneel! The flowing hem of her splendid wedding gown spread over the cold ground, mingling with the shattered jade and poisoned wine. She paid none of it any mind.

Then, under Lu Hanzhou's suddenly constricted gaze, she reached out and grabbed the leg of his worn blue robe with both arms!

“My husband!”

That cry was full of twists and turns, brimming with fear, grievance, and dependence, along with the “sincerity” of someone who had decided she had nothing left to lose.

Lu Hanzhou's body went rigid. He had been cold by nature since childhood and disliked being touched, especially by this new wife, whom he already detested and who had just behaved so strangely. He instinctively tried to pull his leg away, only to find her clinging to it like a winding vine.

“You…” A trace of barely perceptible surprise crept into his cool voice.

“My husband! I'm sorry! I really didn't mean to!” Shen Zhiyi lifted her face, and tears came on command, streaming down her cheeks and dripping onto the hem of his blue robe, where they left a small dark stain. Drawing on the skills she'd developed in her previous life as a food blogger, where she'd talked her way around the camera… no, communicated sincerely, she launched into a rambling performance:

“I-I was so scared! I know I was foolish before, and maybe… maybe some bad rumors about me reached your ears… b-but that was all in the past!” (Inner monologue: What a disaster the original owner was!)

“A woman follows her husband wherever he goes. Now that I've married you…”