Transmigrated into the Regent Princess Consort Who Holds Power over the Court

The Prince Has Been Divorced Again Today

I woke up to find myself the principal consort of the regent, a man with power over the entire court.

In the original story, my predecessor was infatuated with the prince. She took arrows and blades for him, only to be framed for colluding with the enemy and executed by slicing.

I looked at the icy man before me and handed him the divorce agreement I had prepared in advance.

“Your Highness, let’s go our separate ways. You can carry on with your schemes, and I’ll enjoy my life of leisure and luxury.”

I thought I’d be free to fly wherever I pleased from then on, until one day the regent himself blocked the entrance to my newly opened restaurant.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse. “Your Highness, I refuse to divorce you. I admit defeat, too.”

I calmly sipped my tea. “Sorry, this establishment serves honored guests only. We don’t serve ex-husbands.”