Leaving Her Trash Husband and Son Behind, the Alluring Matriarch Marries a General

Forced into it by her biological father, Lin Xiangyi married into a marquis's household in the prime of her life as his second wife. She worked tirelessly to manage the household, placated her difficult mother-in-law, treated her stepson kindly, and greeted her husband's original wife's younger sister, who lived in the marquis's residence, with a welcoming smile. But even all that wasn't enough. When disaster struck, the man who had exchanged wedding vows with her said only, “Lin Xiangyi, haven't you made enough of a fuss?” Her greedy mother-in-law lamented, “What a disgrace to this family. We married a curse into our home!” Her ungrateful stepson lashed out at her, fists and feet flying. “You're not fit to be my mother!” Her husband's original wife's younger sister whispered in her ear, “You'll never take my sister's place. Only I can!” Sick and in pain, Lin Xiangyi stared at her dilapidated room as celebratory music and drums sounded from the main courtyard. The man who had promised to mourn his first wife for five years was about to marry his sister-in-law as his second wife. Lin Xiangyi lived a life of humiliation and died quietly one winter's day. When she opened her eyes again, her stepson's arrogant face filled her vision. But Lin Xiangyi had been reborn anew. She swung a slap across his face, leaving the ungrateful brat reeling. An ungrateful stepson? No matter. His father can still have children. I'll find one and raise him myself. A difficult mother-in-law? I'll make you live on bran and gruel until you die full of regret! Your husband's original wife's younger sister wants to marry into the marquis's household? I'll make sure you can't even become a concubine! And that scumbag? I'll make you regret everything, break your heart, then kick you two li away. After Lin Xiangyi died, she spent three hundred years in the cultivation world. Her heart had long since turned to stone: relying on a man is like expecting a sow to climb a tree. Yet that fearsome young general knelt and clutched the hem of Lin Xiangyi's skirt, his eyes reddening as he looked up at her. He said, “Please love me, Lin Xiangyi.”