On Her Wedding Day, the Princess Is Reborn in Her Bridal Sedan

In her previous life, after eight years of love and countless riches spent, Xu Zhiyi watched the prospective Crown Prince, whom she'd practically bought with her fortune, fall for her half-sister.

"Zhiyi, even though Xian'er is my future empress, you're still my future consort. What more could you possibly want?"

Oh, get lost.

Reborn in her bridal sedan, Xu Zhiyi turned around and married the sickly Seventh Prince, her royal uncle.

So what if he was sickly? He was still at the very top of her scumbag ex's family food chain.

That scumbag would have to kneel and call her Auntie.

She punched scumbags, trampled on white lotuses, and sailed through life with ease. Her only complaint was that her prince was so "cold." Maybe she should get a divorce first?

Lu Jingxing cornered his fleeing princess against the wall.

"I'm a sickly man?"

"I'm cold and distant?"

"Have you forgotten how hot I am, after all those nights warming your bed?"