After Divorce, His Majesty Became My Kept Man

Synopsis: Main story complete. [White-cut-black dignified noblewoman × Crazy, cunning, love-struck emperor]

Zhao Qingyi, from a prestigious family, married down to the impoverished scholar Li Che. For twenty years, she managed the household, assisted her husband in becoming a Grand Secretary, and raised her adopted son to achieve success, only to be rewarded with a gut-wrenching poison and a divorce letter. Her adopted son ridiculed her for "a magpie occupying a dove's nest," usurping the position of his true mother. Her cousin, who was also a concubine, stole the imperial title she had painstakingly earned, and her mother-in-law publicly spat on her, calling her a jinx who brings misfortune to her husband. Only then did Zhao Qingyi realize her life, spent in painstaking effort, was nothing but a joke.

When she opened her eyes again, she was back at eighteen, the third year after her marriage to Li Che. Zhao Qingyi smirked, touching her temple. In her previous life, the Li family rose because of her; in this life, they would fall because of her. She would throw a divorce letter in Li Che's face. Later, Li Che knelt, begging her to return. Zhao Qingyi smiled, "Too late, I already have a kept man." Li Che: "!" He didn't believe it and swore to find that scoundrel! Finally, one day, he discovered that above his own attic, red silks swayed, and an ambiguous atmosphere permeated. A woman was nestled in a man's embrace, her figure like water, her hair slightly askew, her head tilted slightly. It was none other than his dignified, gentle, and proper... ex-wife. Li Che was furious, but his legs went weak when the man turned his head. "His, His, His... Your Majesty?!"

Chu Yuanhe ascended the throne in his youth and fought in the northwest, leaving his imperial harem empty. Yet, rumors circulated that he had long harbored a beautiful kept woman outside the palace. Upon hearing this, Zhao Qingyi rubbed her aching back, looking vexed, "Exactly who is whose kept man?" Clearly, she was the one who bought the residence and supported this man! "That's not important," the young emperor bit the soft flesh of her nape, his voice hoarse, "I offer the empire as my betrothal gift; when will my lady grant me a proper title?"