After fifteen years of marriage, Shen Yunshu had sacrificed not only her youth but also the Shen family’s fabulously wealthy dowry, all to raise her useless husband and stepson to the top.
At the victory banquet, her stepson, the top scorer in the palace exams whom she had loved as her own, publicly raised a full cup of wine to his concubine, dressed in mourning white.
“She understands me and cares for me, unlike Mother, who reeks of money and only ever forces me to study! The title of noblewoman should belong to her!”
Her husband, Marquis Anyuan, put an arm around his beloved and looked at her coldly. “Yunshu, since the child likes Wan’er, give her the position of principal wife. You can be a co-wife. It’s not as if you’ll be shortchanged.”
Shen Yunshu touched her slightly rounded belly and smiled.
Did this family of bloodsucking leeches really think she was some meek, spineless woman?
“Very well. Then let’s divorce.”
At her command, a hundred household servants burst through the doors.
The floor tiles? Pry them up!
The pillars? Tear them down!
The stepson’s top-scorer robe? I paid for it, so take it off!
She even had the stone lions at the Marquis’s gates carried back to her family home!
Everyone in the capital waited to laugh at the abandoned wife, betting she would be back at the marquis’s residence on her knees within three days, begging forgiveness.
But three days later, at the palace banquet…
Xiao Xuanzhi, the powerful regent said to have no interest in women, carefully helped Shen Yunshu to her seat, his eyes sweeping darkly over her former husband and stepson, kneeling on the floor.
“Anyone who dares lay a finger on my princess consort or heir will have their entire clan executed!”
Her former husband and stepson stared at Shen Yunshu’s enormous pregnant belly, terrified out of their wits. The family relationships… they were all tangled up now!
