On Our Wedding Night, the God of War Prince Clung to Me

She transmigrates on her wedding night and opens her eyes to catch her scumbag husband and his scheming mistress staging a plot to frame her. They’re asking for death! She divorces him and goes home, where she takes on the green tea bitches and puts the scum in their place. Life couldn’t be better! But then she meets a stunningly handsome man on the road… “My lord, aren’t you disabled? Aren’t you supposed to be on your deathbed?” the woman complains, nearly in tears as she clutches her aching waist. Who can tell her why the Prince of Ling before her is nothing like the rumors? If anything… he’s like a randy little dog. “Then I’ll have to trouble the princess consort to see how well your lord’s body has recovered.”