After Our Divorce, I Thrived

Three years into their marriage, Ye Mingli had never so much as touched her. Only after he got drunk one day did she learn she was a stand-in.

She said, “My lord, let’s divorce.”

He said, “You’ll regret it.”

He thought she would surely regret leaving him. Who could have known she’d be playing pitch-pot, hook-the-hook, guessing hidden objects, cockfighting, playing polo, and fighting crickets, but never weeping her heart out in her bedchamber?

At last, after she led troops into battle, he rushed to the front lines and cornered her in her tent. “Shangguan Xin, don’t take your father’s place in battle. I’ll provide for you.”

Beneath the candlelight, the woman smiled boldly. “Rest assured, my lord. When my horse tramples across the desert, I’ll leave the princess with a whole corpse.”

The man flew into a rage. Amid flashing blades, a sword wind cleaved him apart. Song Jue smiled like a spring breeze. “My lord, show some respect. A Xin is my wife.”