You Rotten Emperor, Divorce Me!

A bold, wanton femme fatale vs. a ruthless, vicious prince

Two unhinged lovers, at once at odds and drawn to each other, reborn and switched into each other's bodies

After the War of the Princes, no one in Yanjing was unaware, though no one dared speak of it: Empress Yu was the daughter of a rebel general, with a bewitching face and a poisonous heart.

She and the current emperor were a perfect match.

One clung to power and would even kill her own mother; the other was a coward who abandoned family and clan to save his own skin.

The tyrant and his demon empress would get what was coming to them sooner or later!

Their comeuppance came right on time.

A hundred days after ascending the throne, the emperor and empress were struck by lightning together!

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Yu Shengwan had been married for five years. At last, the realm had been pacified and her revenge was complete.

As agreed, she threw a divorce agreement in someone's face. “Let's divorce. Make it quick!”

As expected, Su Yi turned out to be the kind of man who tossed aside the millstone after the grain was ground, going back on his word the moment he no longer needed her.

Yu Shengwan sneered. “You don't get to decide.”

Her plan to fake her death was ready in every detail, but then she was struck by lightning.

When she opened her eyes again, she had been reborn three years in the past... in Su Yi's body.

At the time, Su Yi was still Prince Chu. As he rode out of the pass to fight the Xiongnu, he received a letter:

The traitorous general had taken hostage “Yu Shengwan,” the Princess Consort of Chu who had stayed behind inside the pass, and was threatening to kill her unless Su Yi surrendered.

Yu Shengwan couldn't help laughing up at the sky. The heavens really did make everything come full circle!

“Tell the general that he can have the princess consort. I'll take his head!”

Later, Emperor Yongzhao gazed into the eyes of the person beside him, smiling faintly. “Wanwan, weren't you afraid I might actually die at the hands of that traitor?”

The empress was irritated, struggling to undo her hair ornaments. She replied distractedly with a scoff, “If you can't survive that, you aren't fit to be my husband.”

A flash of bright swordlight, and her dark hair fell in a cascade. Layer upon layer of splendid robes scattered around them.

Su Yi bowed his head and kissed the tiny cinnabar mole at the corner of the beloved's reddened eye. His tongue tasted her warm tears. “Once bitten, twice shy. Next time, Your Majesty, think before you speak.”

I would drink poison to quench my thirst; you are the poison that runs to my bones.

Theme: Overcome hardship and take control of your fate