Synopsis:
On the day of her grand wedding to the Crown Prince, Yang Dai transmigrated.
The bad news: she went from being the noble daughter of Duke Cheng’s household to a shabby little village girl in the 1970s, living at the foot of a mountain, eating coarse grains and bitter greens.
Once a pampered, highborn lady, she now had to take up a hoe, bend her back to pull weeds, and learn how to live like a woman of the 70s—outsmarting neighbors and battling wits with fellow village wives.
The worse news: that moody, unpredictable Crown Prince fiancé of hers transmigrated along with her… and became her brand-new husband.
Looking at the freshly issued marriage certificate, Yang Dai was speechless.
How ridiculous. Back in Duke Cheng’s household, she had no choice but to be tied into a political marriage with the Crown Prince. Now in an era of freedom and equality, she had no intention of playing house with him!
Fortunately, although the start was disastrous, her dowry came through the time-travel with her—still connected to the Duke’s household storerooms. Whatever she wanted, she could have.
With a grand wave of her hand, Yang Dai pulled out an axe from her personal space and voiced the thought she’d had for years:
“Divorce!”
A single cup of poisoned wine sent Crown Prince Han Lin hurtling into the 1970s.
Just as he was still reeling from the shock, his childhood fiancée—oh no, his newly wedded wife—was already standing in front of him with an axe, threatening him with divorce.
Han Lin had been betrothed to her since childhood, yet he knew they were never suited. This fiancée of his was gentle and obedient, the very model of a noble young lady in the Capital. He, on the other hand, had lived a life of blades and shadows, infamous and ill-reputed.
Now reborn into a new era, he ought to start a new life—and he was never one to force others.
So he simply took the axe from her hands, pretending he hadn’t heard her words.
What a joke. He had secretly loved her for years, and now, at long last, she was his. How could he possibly let her go?
