The Sickly Prince Turns Out to Be Completely Henpecked

I woke up to find I was in a different body. That would have been fine, except I was married too. What the heck! No big deal: I still had the skills from my previous life, and I could always run away from home. I changed my clothes and disguised myself, but ran straight into my wife as soon as I stepped outside. Stay calm, stay calm. I’ll just walk past her as if I don’t know her.

“Sir.”

My wife suddenly called out to me. My body stiffened, and I slowly turned around, thinking my secret identity had been exposed.

My breathtakingly beautiful wife asked,

“Have we met somewhere before?”

I shook my head.

“No, no.” Why was a chill suddenly creeping down my back?

Much later, I finally understood why I had felt that chill.

The person kneeling on the floor was being called to account by his wife. Running away from home, pretending not to know her: the noble princess listed every offense, one by one, gazing at her consort with alluring elegance.

The consort said,

“Wifey, I was wrong.”

The noble princess replied,

“Oh…”

What was that supposed to mean?