The Spoiled Wife Is Hard to Soothe

Lu Yao has skin as smooth as jade and a face like a peach blossom. With a powerful father, she is a true young lady who grew up in the lap of luxury. In her previous life, she married the eldest legitimate son of the Marquis of Changping's household, a match that made countless others green with envy. She thought it was a happy marriage, but it turned out he was secretly involved with someone else. Reborn, Lu Yao wants no part of that disaster. But an imperial decree matches her with the Seventh Prince, Shen Fenghan: peerlessly handsome, wielding power across the court, and ruthless enough to inspire fear. A cold-faced King of Hell. Lu Yao panics a little. Knowing he dislikes women, she works up the courage to send him a little note, hoping to call off the marriage. The Seventh Prince only gives her a faintly amused look. "You want to die?" A little cowed, Lu Yao can only marry him through her tears. Everyone knows the Seventh Prince avoids women like the plague. He even once swore he'd never marry anyone in this lifetime. But no one knows that he personally requested this imperial decree. [Overbearing, devoted prince x spoiled little beauty] Let me recommend my new story: The Heir's Wife: Are They Getting Divorced Today? by Mo Zizhe Fu Xuan, heir to the Duke of Anguo, is exceptionally talented and as elegant as moonlight. He is the ideal man in the eyes of countless noble ladies, yet Lu Wan, from a humble household, somehow got lucky and married him. Everyone thinks she loves Fu Xuan to pieces. Her mother-in-law gives her a hard time, her sister-in-law is difficult, but she never even furrows her brow. A frail, sickly woman, she exhausts herself trying to secure her place in the duke's household. No wonder she ends up bedridden every few days. Fu Xuan thinks so too. Seeing how hard she works to manage the household, he figures he could at least give her a child. His little wife is wonderful in every way, just too delicate, so he's never dared touch her. Then, on the day the imperial residence is attacked, his sickly wife, who never goes anywhere without her medicine, snaps an assassin's neck with her bare hands. She doesn't even wipe the blood spattered on her cheek. Fu Xuan: ...? Following the clues, Fu Xuan uncovers her identity. She is no daughter of some humble household. She might even drag the entire duke's family into trouble. Just as he is about to confront her, he hears someone sticking up for her. "My sister has to face a walking ice block all day, then work herself to the bone managing the household. It's so unfair to her." She doesn't care in the least. "It doesn't matter. We're getting divorced sooner or later. All that's missing is his signature." That night, Fu Xuan suddenly injures his arm. According to the imperial physician, he won't be able to write for six months. Divorce? Hah. All of the capital is placing bets: On the day Lu Wan will be cast off, and when Fu Xuan will take a concubine. That is, until one day, she holds a knife to his throat. "Heir, you've played dumb long enough. Are you signing the divorce papers or not?" He smiles and pushes the dagger aside. "Don't you need a partner to help you investigate cases, Madam?" "Someone skilled in martial arts, handsome, and most importantly..." He suddenly pins her down on the desk. "Someone willing to let his wife use him." Theme: Where there's a will, there's a way.