After transmigrating into a book, she kicked the scumbag to the curb and demoted him. She thought, I can leave my five husbands there as decorations. First, I'll build up the nation, then make my escape.
Five years later, she packed her bags to leave, but five men blocked the door.
Pei Yan gripped her wrist. “Don’t go... These hands may not know how to win your heart, but they can learn.”
Huo Ling pressed her hand to his chest. “If you don’t want me, there’s no use for this heart.”
Wen Ruzhu knelt, holding out osmanthus cakes. Blisters burned into his palms. “I don’t need a title. Just don’t leave me behind.”
Mo Ying silently opened his robe, revealing a body covered in scars. “Your name is written on every breath of my life.”
Gu Changsheng placed half a longevity lock in her palm. “Even if you won’t enter the palace... please don’t reject me, all right?”
Jiang Wantang sighed and dropped her luggage back to the ground. “Enough, stop crying. I’m not leaving.”
She thought it would be a battlefield of jealousy among her five husbands. Instead, the five of them joined forces to break the locks on her cage and ask if she could please stay.
