The Female Coroner's Guide to Taming Her Husband

The next moment, the bride pressed a gleaming scalpel against the groom's lower body and gave it a little shake. “Dare to take one more step! Let's see whether that thing of yours has more power, or the blade in my hand!” What? The dignified chief female coroner is supposed to become the lecherous prefect's concubine? Does that rotten, cruel father of hers still think she's a lump of dough he can knead however he likes? What? The female corpse in the rockery cave was her birth mother's? And someone had schemed to make her elope, then forced her to starve to death? What? She has a powerful, influential family on her mother's side? No, wait, she also has a mysterious background that even she knows nothing about? What? Her aunt and cousin plotted to marry her off to a hopeless loser? Instead, through a twist of fate, she ran into a crooked tree that wouldn't stop pestering her! What? This crooked tree is determined to use every trick in the book to achieve his goal of pouncing on her? Even if she agrees, he still needs to ask whether the scalpel in her hand agrees! What? A wife is meant to be teased? Does this man need some discipline? Since this guy loves being abused, she'll make him walk a mile in her shoes and leave him nowhere to go. What? Come here for a hug? Hug my foot! Can't you see I'm holding a scalpel and standing over a corpse? If you're going to get worked up, at least look around and see where we are: the morgue at the courthouse. What? A wife should be virtuous and gracious, and willingly find her husband concubines? Good grief! Who asked you, an outsider, to butt in where you don't belong? She's a shrew, a tigress, a wicked woman, understand? Don't understand? Then go back into your mother's womb and get remade. Fine, no need to be remade. Today, she'll use her knife to give you a new brain! A sneak peek at some highlights: At the Lotus Festival, a man dressed in white, as pure as snow, said, “Miss, I'm sure I've seen you before. When was it? Not in a past life, nor a future one. Not last year, nor last month. Perhaps it was in a dream.” On the capital's main street, a carefree man said, “Miss, we meet again. My surname is Li, my given name Mengyang. I live at the Duke of Ying's residence, I'm twenty-two this year, and I'm unmarried. May I ask where you live, how old you are, and whether you're betrothed?” In the Cui family's garden, a man dressed as a gardener said, “Miss, I failed to climb over your wall last night. Today, I had to slip ten taels of gold to your servant before I could see your lovely face.” In a Buddhist temple's meditation room, a man in monk's robes said, “Miss, I was determined to serve the Buddha for my whole life, but for you I broke my vow of chastity. If you dare to seduce me and then abandon me, I------will take------you home by force.” At the Qingzhou government office, a man in official robes said, “Wife, you betrayed my trust and ruined my reputation. Tonight, I'm claiming special compensation.” In the rear hall of the Ministry of Justice, a disheveled man said, “Wife, after three days without seeing you, I'm gravely ill. After ten days, I'm near death. After half a month, there's no hope for me. After a month, I want to eat you up!” By Qingming Lake, a grimy man said, “Wife, don't forget you're a married woman. You've been sneaking around, and the worst part is that you've had the same woman as your target every time.”