After Calling Off the Engagement, I Became My Ex-Husband’s Imperial Aunt and Lived the Good Life

In her previous life, Shen Qingtang poured her entire fortune into supporting the heir of the Anyuan Marquis household. But on the day his whole family was sentenced to death, he and his frail “cousin” coldly pushed her toward the executioner's block. Only then did she learn she had been nothing more than a walking blood bank to cure the green tea girl’s poison!

Reborn on the day her marriage was to be arranged, the scumbag declared his love: “Qingtang, you’re just a merchant’s daughter. Marrying into my marquis household is a step up for you.”

Shen Qingtang sneered, slapped him across the face, and turned to accept the imperial decree no one else dared take: to marry the Ninth Imperial Uncle, a battle god who wielded power across the court but had been gravely wounded and left in a vegetative state.

The whole capital laughed at her, saying she was rushing to become a widow and die with him.

But Shen Qingtang was secretly overjoyed. No children, no household infighting, and once the old geezer was dead, she’d inherit a fortune. She’d even get to make the scumbag kneel and call her Imperial Aunt. Who wouldn’t want a blessing like that?

On their wedding night, she wiped her uncle’s body and took the opportunity to cop a feel, then stroked his strikingly handsome, cold face and sighed. “Rest easy, husband. I’ll spend your money however I like. Once your seventh-day memorial is over, I’ll go find ten pretty boys...”

Who would have guessed that the living demon lord, who had kept his eyes closed for months, would suddenly swallow, pull her into his arms, and grit out in a hoarse voice, “Ten pretty boys? Your appetite is impressive, Princess Consort. I’m afraid I can’t die and grant your wish.”

Shen Qingtang was horrified. “Doctor! Doctor! He’s come back from the dead!”

Later, all of the capital waited to see the Ninth Imperial Uncle divorce her. Instead, they saw the battle god, who killed without batting an eye, carefully peeling grapes for her and pleading with red-rimmed eyes, “Tangtang, I’ll give you the empire and my life. Please stop looking at the account books tonight, and look at me instead, all right?”