The first thing Zhao Lingshu did after transmigrating: stop her mother from drinking a sketchy fertility concoction. The second thing: persuade her mother to divorce her father!
Her mother was a merchant’s daughter, but her maternal family was an imperial merchant family—wealthy beyond measure, with a knack for making money. Her father, on the other hand, was a marquis in name only. The marquisate was an empty shell, surviving each year only because her mother poured in silver to maintain appearances.
He spent her mother’s money while mocking her for being infertile; he fed her bizarre remedies while secretly hoping to ruin her health and take her life. What kind of nonsense is that? Wanting everything, shamelessly demanding it all?
Faced with this bunch of so-called elders, Zhao Lingshu and her mother were done playing nice.
Divorce! It had to happen!
Once freed from the deadweight father, the biased grandmother, and the scheming uncles, aunts, and cousins, Zhao Lingshu found her mother a new match. Her mother had two kids in one year, three in three years.
As for herself, Zhao Lingshu secured a brilliant marriage into the royal family, no less. She became the legitimate consort of Prince Qin, doted on by her husband.
Every night, Zhao Lingshu went to sleep with a smile, and every morning she woke up laughing from her dreams.
