All of the Capital Hopes My Husband Dies

After transmigrating to ancient times, Chunqiao got along pretty well. In other people's eyes, though, she was a jinx.

She had gotten engaged and married three times, and all three husbands had died.

Despite her bad reputation, Chunqiao herself was quite satisfied.

Rich, free, and without a husband. That's the dream life for so many people.

She didn't get to enjoy that easy life for long before a royal decree arrived, arranging her marriage.

Lu Huaishen was the military governor of Hexi. He had won countless military honors, but was a major thorn in the emperor's side.

The palace sent countless assassins after him every year, but none ever succeeded.

The emperor's intention was obvious: he hoped Chunqiao would jinx him to death.

A betting pool at the gambling house, wagering on whether Chunqiao or Lu Huaishen would die first, drew people from half the capital.

Chunqiao had a history of bringing bad luck to her husbands, but Lu Huaishen was a vicious, brutal killer.

The northwest was bitterly cold, with starving people everywhere. A delicate young woman like Chunqiao was bound to meet a tragic end.

With the palace's hopes and the capital's noblewomen's jeers behind her, Chunqiao left the capital to marry.

In her first year in the northwest, the region, which had suffered three years of drought, enjoyed a bumper harvest.

In her second year there, infighting broke out among the barbarian royal court, and Hexi's territory expanded thousands of miles westward.

In her fifth year in the northwest, oh, wait, there was no fifth year in the northwest. That year, Chunqiao returned to the capital: her bargain-basement husband had fought his way back and become emperor.

Chunqiao: Sorry, two negatives made a positive.

The people of the northwest and Lu Huaishen: Thank you for the generous gift, Your Majesty the Emperor of the Capital.

Theme: Treating others well is treating yourself well.