On the Day of Our Divorce, I Hand the Marquis’s Household Three Ledgers of Doom

The night Lu Chengyuan returned after being made a marquis, every guest in the hall waited for Shen Zhiwei to nod and surrender her place as his wife, so the County Princess of Jiaoning could become his concubine.

In her previous life, she said yes.

Two years later, she knelt in court wearing heavy shackles. The evidence that she had embezzled military provisions bore her private seal, and the man who testified against her was the very husband she had supported for six years with her dowry.

Before the poisoned wine touched her lips, a jailer said, "The Shen family's third ledger must never be left behind."

When she opened her eyes again, she was back at that celebratory banquet.

This time, Shen Zhiwei neither cried nor argued. She took off the keys to the household accounts and said only two things:

"Let's divorce."

"Repay everything you owe me, down to the last coin."

The Lu family thought she was merely throwing a tantrum. It was only when the grain wagons stopped and the money houses closed their books that they realized how little of the marquis's household wealth truly belonged to the Lus.

But when Shen Zhiwei opened the box containing her mother's belongings, all she found was an ink-dark impression.

Someone had taken the Shen family's third ledger first.

Soon after, the cold-faced judicial officer from the Court of Judicial Review showed up with two military grain vouchers.

Gu Xuance placed the vouchers before her. "Proprietress Shen, your name is in these accounts too."