The Crown Prince Is Always on the Verge of Being Divorced

The day the emperor arranged my marriage, Ying Xiu sneered in front of the entire court. “How could the daughter of a crude military man possibly be worthy of becoming my principal wife?” On our wedding night, he locked me out and said he would rather sleep in his study than touch me. Without a word, I wrote up a divorce agreement, kicked open the study door, and slapped it down on his desk. He tore it up. Later, I wrote thirty-eight more. He knelt down and tore up every single one. Now the entire Eastern Palace knows that the first thing the Crown Prince does when he opens his eyes each morning is beg his Crown Princess not to leave.