Back to Our Wedding Night, I Tear the Cold-Faced Prince’s Clothes

Back on her wedding night… she married the disgraced, notorious wastrel prince everyone avoided, becoming his consort.

She never expected him to cherish her in the palm of his hand and spoil her without limits.

“Whoever dares lay a finger on my woman can try me.”

Reborn, she kills, and he sets things on fire.

She schemes for power, and he sends in the troops.

“If it’s what my consort wants, so what if I have to take the whole realm?”

Take down scumbags, trample wicked women, and turn the tables with a sharp mind.