Bai Mifan

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."

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

"Big Brother, it was Sister Jiang and Sijin who brought me here,"

Upon hearing this, Liu Hao cast his gaze towards Jiang Peihuan and Jiang Sijin.

Yan Kuan managed to lift himself off the ground, his gaze on Jiang Peihuan simmering with rage.

Compared to Yan Kuan, Jiang Peihuan bore an air of cool indifference. She methodically coiled up her long whip, her eyes as frosty as ice. "Seems like the last lash didn't serve as a sufficient reminder," she declared.

The sight of his whip marks only served to remind Yan Kuan of his pain. He couldn't help but flinch at Jiang Peihuan's words, feeling the sting in his mouth all over again.

Yan Xin, standing aside, was puzzled by Jiang Peihuan's frosty demeanor. Nevertheless, she mustered the courage to step forward, "Jiang Peihuan, what is the meaning of this? Why did you strike my brother? You..."

Jiang Ren Arrives