Qingxue shot bolt upright on the chaise lounge, the small leather diary sliding forgotten onto the silk cushion. Her mind was reeling.
"Ex-husband!?" she repeated, the word a ridiculous, disbelieving squeak. "Baozi, are you telling me I transmigrated into the body of a queen who was not only a villainess destined for execution but also a divorcee? Why did the novel synopsis skip over that extremely relevant detail?!"
"[It was a very awkward part of the Queen's history, Host, and not directly relevant to the main revenge plot,]" Baozi explained patiently. "[The original author wanted a fresh, scandalous villainess, not one with messy baggage. But yes, the original Zhao Qingyan was married to Liu Hao.]"
Qingxue took a deep, shaky breath, trying to process the sheer chaos of her new identity. "Tell me everything about him. The wedding, the divorce, the reason."
