The Legitimate Wife Is Not to Be Trifled With

[A household-intrigue novel with a satisfying revenge story, one-on-one romance, and a strong hero and heroine.]

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She was the cherished daughter of a marquis’s household. Then disaster struck: her father died, her brother was killed, her mother passed away, and her sister-in-law was gone. She was left to live a wretched life.

Believing she’d found a suitable husband, she gave him everything she had, helping him become a powerful minister.

But her perfect match turned out to be a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Just because the woman he loved said she disliked their son, he froze his own child to death and had his wife’s bones ground to dust, leaving nothing behind.

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Her lonely ghost wandered for a thousand years until Heaven took pity on her. Reborn in one morning, she returned to the age of ten.

Her parents were well, her brother and sister-in-law were happy, and she was still the most treasured legitimate daughter in the marquis’s household.

She sighed in relief. At least she had a chance to start over...

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But then,

her uncles coveted the title of marquis and plotted to kill their brother and wipe out his children;

her aunts and cousins schemed against her, bullied her mother, and humiliated her sister-in-law;

and the wolf from her previous life wouldn’t leave her alone, determined to ruin her reputation.

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She curled her lips in a cold smile. “You ate what was mine. I’ll make you spit it back out, blood and all. If you dare scheme against me, I’ll scheme against you a hundred, a thousand times over!”

“Anyone who makes me unhappy for a moment will suffer for the rest of their life!”

See how this thousand-year-old ghost protects her loved ones, safeguards the marquis’s household, and carves out a splendid path for herself.

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[A delightful little scene]

On their wedding night, by the light of dragon-and-phoenix candles, she sits before the mirror in her luxurious wedding gown, cutting out a design...

“Madam, are you drawing a portrait of me?”

“No.”

“Then what are you drawing?”

“A wolf?” She smiles sweetly, then lifts the paper wolf she’s drawn and snips it to pieces, one cut at a time.