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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

Let's go home

Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

"Let's go."

Without another word, Jiang Peihuan entered the house.

Inside, Zhao Fuqing was seated. He jumped up as she came in. "Jiang Peihuan, you dare to..." His sentence was abruptly cut short by a cry of pain.

Before Zhao Fuqing could react, Jiang Peihuan had hit him across the face with her whip.

By this point, Jiang Peihuan had advanced further into the room.

As she walked in, a heavy, metallic smell of blood reached her. She followed the smell with her gaze and saw Jiang Ruyun, unconscious on the bed.

"Eldest Sister, what's happened to Second Sister?"

Jiang Sijin hurried to her side. Seeing the bandages on Jiang Ruyun's head made her eyes red with worry.

Jiang Ruyun's face was as pale as a ghost, the blood stains on her bandages shockingly visible.

"Ye Xiao."

Jiang Peihuan's eyes turned icy as she assessed the situation. At her call, Ye Xiao quickly moved to hold Jiang Ruyun's hand.