Transmigrated into the Original Wife, Destined to Be Cannon Fodder

When Shen Yuan woke, her husband was in the study next door, pouring out his heart to the woman he loved. She didn't cry or make a scene. Instead, she took stock of her dowry that very night, mapped out her connections, and used modern business strategy to set a grand plan in motion for the Duke's residence. Her husband wanted to divorce her? She got ahead of him and requested a divorce herself, citing the traditional grounds of having no sons, on the condition that she take half the family fortune. His new wife wanted to take her son? Shen Yuan turned to the Empress Dowager and had the boy registered as her younger brother's son. When her husband realized his family fortune had been stripped bare and his career was in tatters, he knelt and begged her to take him back. Shen Yuan was at the Empress Dowager's flower-viewing banquet, chatting and laughing with the Prince Regent. She smiled at her ex-husband. “You signed the divorce papers yourself. It's too late now.” The Prince Regent, who held power over the entire court, watched her with keen interest. This woman was more fascinating than the whole imperial court.