Want a Divorce? My Husband Can't Even Read

[Soft, sweet, slightly spacey midwife VS roguish, funny Imperial Guard | Both leads are each other's first and only] As the Jiang family's child bride, Dou Niang grew up certain she would become the eldest daughter-in-law of the household. Who could have imagined that one day her parents would betroth her to her younger brother-in-law? Her younger brother-in-law… her younger brother-in-law, that good-for-nothing younger brother-in-law??? Dou Niang cries in frustration. “Jiang Ye, go back and tell your brother I'll even be his concubine.” Dou Niang pleads miserably with her useless younger brother-in-law. Jiang Ye: “...Tell him yourself.” So Jiang Ye takes Dou Niang to the capital. The capital is a wonderful place! Dou Niang thinks she's turning bad. Why does that rascal look more and more appealing to her? It's an illusion. It must be. She'll definitely marry someone else. “Jiang Ye, it's freezing in the twelfth month. Stop sleeping on the floor. It's bad for your health.” Dou Niang tests the waters. Having gotten what he wanted, Jiang Ye leaps onto the bed and starts undoing his waistband. “You said it yourself! Even if you don't like me and I don't like you, we're still husband and wife. Don't start crying in a minute.” Dou Niang's face falls. She kicks him right back off the bed. “I've changed my mind. You're clearly in such good health that you'd never get used to a bed. You'd better sleep on the floor.” Jiang Ye: “???” Later, She brings a man home and says, “Jiang Ye, let's get a divorce. I'm going to marry someone else.” Jiang Ye falls silent for a long time, rubs his face, and finally breaks down. “Do I look like I can read? Sorry, I'm illiterate, so I can't write you a divorce letter. Hurry up and tell your lover to get lost, or I'll beat him to death!” A preview of another upcoming story: "The Crown Prince Becomes Guanyin's Devotee" Blurb: [Proud, coquettish Guanyin impersonator VS scheming old-fox crown prince]+ Both leads are each other's first and only In her eighth year of posing as a living Guanyin, Min Niang meets her third county magistrate. He's very arrogant. He won't kneel before her. Dressed as Guanyin, Min Niang looks compassionate. “If you want rain, you must kneel and pray.” His round-collared official robe of dark teal makes his tall figure look even more distinguished. He wipes his slender fingers with a handkerchief, a mocking smile playing on his lips. “Guanyin has no form.” - The day she learns his true identity, not a single grain is harvested in Chushui County. She stands before him, trembling with anxiety. “You're the crown prince. The people are starving to death. When will the court's relief grain arrive?” The man sits still as a mountain, scraping the foam from his tea with the lid. His tone is flippant. “If Guanyin can bring rain, what need is there for the court's relief grain?” Min Niang bites her lip. A Guanyin who cannot bring rain will be cast out of heaven. Wiping away her tears, she kneels before him and tugs at the hem of his robe with both hands. “Your disciple doesn't want the people to starve.” - In the capital, everyone says Crown Prince Zhao Xuhe is righteous and impartial, holds grudges against men and women alike, and conceals his deep schemes behind a calm exterior. No one knows that during the days when Chushui County had no harvest, the crown prince, who supposedly had no interest in beauty, told his servants not to block the dog hole in the courtyard, then waited inside for a long time. “Guanyin should worship me.” Zhao Xuhe has been crown prince for fifteen years. He strictly follows the rules of propriety. While the emperor is still in his prime, he keeps a low profile and plays the part of a child who has yet to grow up. There are no women in the Eastern Palace. But that Guanyin… stirs up sinful desires. Later, Min Niang lies naked on the bed. “Your disciple sees you're suffering, so she'll deliver you from it. You have to kneel and pray.” Zhao Xuhe grips her waist and kneels. His hips sink slightly, and his voice is hoarse. “Bodhisattva, deliver me.” Theme: Love means honesty