The Night She Tore Up Their Marriage Contract, the Powerful Minister Regretted It Until His Eyes Ran Red

On our wedding day, my husband personally pushed me into an icy lake to save the woman he loved most. As I hovered between life and death, the System bound itself to me: [Host’s resentment has reached a record high. The “Enchantress” talent has been granted. Your charm is now at its maximum, and every man you meet will go mad for you. The price: you will never love anyone sincerely.] I smiled and wiped the blood from the corner of my lips. “Just what I wanted.” When I opened my eyes again, I tore up the marriage contract and set fire to the rear courtyard of the marquis’s estate where I’d been imprisoned for ten years. Barefoot and with my hair loose, I walked through Chang’an’s busiest street as the flames blazed behind me. The husband who had once discarded me like trash later died trying to save me. Leaning against the grand carriage of the Grand Secretary, I toyed with the South Sea pearls he had been presented and raised a languid brow. “My lord, you’re blocking my way.” Later, all of Chang’an knew that the discarded wife who had escaped the marquis’s estate had become a bewitching menace who could turn the world upside down with a flick of her hand. The youngest emperor to sit on the throne left his entire harem empty for me. A hostage prince from an enemy state offered me the imperial jade seal just to win a smile. And the Grand Secretary, whose power eclipsed all others and whose manner was cool and restrained, spent entire nights standing in the rain outside my courtyard. Clutching the old hairpin I had once lost, his eyes bloodshot and his voice hoarse, he pleaded, “Please... even if you only use me.” I merely lifted his chin with an unconcerned smile, my fingertips cold. “Grand Secretary, don’t forget.” “From the very beginning, what we had...” “Was nothing but a transaction.”