The day the Regent divorced me for a singing girl, I handed him a divorce agreement and demanded the return of my entire dowry. He sneered that I reeked of money, never realizing that the splendor of his household had been built on the silver and gold I poured into it. Later, reduced to begging in the streets, he knelt and begged me to save his critically ill heir. I smiled and threw a bucket of cold water over him. "Have you forgotten, Your Highness? Back then, you said my blood was filthy." Reborn, I will make this faithless man watch as his discarded wife grows richer than a nation and wields power over the entire court.
