The Prince Asks Every Day: Did His Favorite Concubine Win the Household War Today?

On her wedding day, her scumbag husband demoted her from wife to concubine. Lin Yunxi immediately took off her phoenix crown, put it on her cousin's head, tossed down a divorce agreement, and walked away. The emperor sent someone to stop her. “If you don't like Prince Rui, I have four more sons for you to choose from.” Lin Yunxi pointed delicately at the frail, sickly, and madly possessive Ninth Imperial Uncle in the corner, who was rumored to have no more than three months to live. The Ninth Imperial Uncle was a lunatic, so marrying him meant her scumbag husband wouldn't dare offend her, and her status would leap a whole level. She could make that jerk call her Imperial Aunt. Best of all, she was already pregnant. Once the Ninth Imperial Uncle died, she could become a happy widow and raise her child. If he didn't die, she'd save him, get a divorce, and raise her child in carefree luxury. Lin Yunxi's plans were adding up perfectly, but who knew the frail, sickly, mad Ninth Imperial Uncle would keep revealing one identity after another: master of the Night Pavilion, president of the Yangfan Chamber of Commerce, a prince from another country, and the father of her child... Lin Yunxi said, “Are you ever going to stop?” The Ninth Imperial Uncle brought over a basin of foot-washing water. “No. My master says I have a lucky birth chart, and living to a hundred is no problem. Be good, my wife. I'll wash your feet for the rest of our lives.”