Reborn as a cannon-fodder character in an angst novel, I came up with a “mental anguish compensation” formula:
Humiliated at the side gate: 500 taels
Left alone on my wedding night: 300 taels
Stepped on by his moonlight: 1,000 taels
I decided to slack off completely and run away once I’d saved enough money.
But the prince’s mind-reading ability tore my slacker script to shreds.
He discovered I understood feng shui and could see the dragon veins beneath the prince’s estate.
He discovered I was a skilled schemer who could help him bring down his political enemies.
He discovered I was fiercely protective of my little dumpling, willing to challenge the entire royal family for its sake.
He discovered...he couldn’t live without me.
“Shen Zhaoning, I’ve bought an estate for you in Jiangnan.”
“Divorce?” He sneered. “Not a chance.”
Me: ???
What happened to the angst-novel plot?
Only later did I understand: the male lead didn’t torment me because he was afraid I’d be tormented into leaving.
After all, there wasn’t another woman in all of Great Qi who dared call him a “damn scumbag”...
