Reborn, the Old Madam Regrets Her Marriage

I was the matriarch everyone envied. My children were dutiful, my marriage was harmonious, and I died peacefully of old age. But it was only on my deathbed that I learned my perfect life had been nothing but a joke. My husband, who had been a refined gentleman all his life, stood over my corpse and cursed me. Floating before the mourning hall, I could only laugh at the absurdity of it all. Without my money and hard work, how could he, a son born of a concubine, have risen so swiftly through the ranks to become prime minister? Reborn, I returned to the day our families arranged our engagement. This time, I did as he wished. When his family came to propose, I said, “He and I are merely acquaintances.”