The Dashing Female General and Her Frail Young Husband

[Strong heroine, one-on-one, both romantically inexperienced, love goes both ways] When they first met, the female general said, “You’re certainly a beauty, delicate as a willow in the breeze. You’re nothing like the rugged men of the northern frontier.” The sickly young husband, his face hidden behind a crimson veil, replied, “You flatter me, General.” On their wedding day, the female general said, “Your hands are so soft and smooth, like tender tofu. I wonder if the rest of you is just as silky.” The sickly young husband’s ears turned bright red. He took a poisoned dart meant for her, and she braved danger to find medicine for him. Beneath the moon by the pavilion, they chatted about everyday things. They seemed like a loving couple, but as soon as the official’s spies left, the female general’s expression changed. The virtuous wife act was a sham, and so was her tenderness. With a great battle looming and the army running short on provisions, the husband who had married into her family generously opened his coffers, saving the troops from an immediate crisis. He did it for his country, its people, and himself. The female general handed over authority and supplied manpower, stood up for her husband, shielded him from the harassment of his elders, helped his career flourish, and even risked her life to obtain a Gu worm to cure his poison, all to repay him for providing grain... The female general was slow to catch on, but fiercely protective. When she finally realized how easily her feelings could be swayed, she had no idea what to do...