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Night of the Divorce! A Proud Lady Was Forced to Marry the Emperor's Uncle

In her previous lifetime, Jiang Peihuan was set up by a jerk and died a terrible death. Not only that but even her entire family was annihilated. After becoming eighteen again, she was still the same proud woman who felt no lesser than any other man. Her fiance didn't want to marry her because he thought she was an embarrassment. He came over to call off the engagement and decided to marry her cousin instead. Everyone laughed at her, but she was pleased with the outcome. "Give me 100,000 taels of gold, and I will agree to it." After the wedding was called off, rumors that she was abandoned by her husband were spread in the capital city. Since she couldn't become a consort in Huainan, it'd be difficult for her to get married to anyone else. To everyone's surprise, a noble lord stepped forward. "What's wrong with marrying her?" The dreams of many young women were shattered, but Jiang Peihuan decisively turned the offer down. He was the jerk's uncle, a member of the royal family. He might seem like a noble person, but he had a cruel disposition in reality. She swore to exact revenge on her enemies from her past life and to protect her family. She wanted nothing to do with the royal family. However, one day, she still ended up becoming the lord's consort who was envied by all. By the time Jiang Peihuan realized what had happened, she fumed at the man who lay next to her. ""Xiao Nanye, did you trick me?"" Lord Xiao Nanye, who had always been decisive in his actions, couldn't help but laugh at the sight of his consort throwing a tantrum. He spoke to her in a soft voice, "Please forgive me. You're the only woman I want in this lifetime."

Bai Mifan · ย้อนยุค
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370 Chs

Deserve to Die

Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

"Eldest Miss?"

"It's fine."

Yue Er did not say anything else.

Only a short moment later, Yue Er walked back into the room. "Miss Lin refuses to come in. She says she will wait for you outside in the courtyard."

Jiang Peihuan did not respond but draped on a fiery red cloak.

Lin Mengyao was waiting just outside in the courtyard.

This was not her first visit to Jiang Peihuan's plum garden. In the past, under Yan Xin's guidance, Lin Mengyao had visited a few times.

Each time she came, Lin Mengyao felt the garden exuded opulence.

Outside Jiang Peihuan's room was a large courtyard. Beside a pavilion stood a faux mountain, meticulously crafted. In the summer, tiny streams flowed through it. This faux mountain was personally carved by Jiang Hong.

When Jiang Peihuan stepped into the courtyard, what she saw was Lin Mengyao, staring intently at the faux mountain.

She didn't say anything, just quietly observing Lin Mengyao's back.