Pei Jingzhi, heir to Prince Yu, was famous from a young age, riding a fine horse with a long spear in hand to guard the frontier. In a novel centered on a male hero, he would surely be destined to achieve great things.
Unfortunately, Chunhua's Tears is a novel that heaps suffering on its characters, and Pei Jingzhi is doomed to be nothing more than a comatose living corpse, a disposable character.
Xie Wan was in much the same predicament as Pei Jingzhi: she'd transmigrated into the role of the cannon-fodder wife who was about to wed a scumbag.
On her wedding night, her half-sister forced a bowl of poison down her throat, sacrificing her to the love between the male and female leads.
Xie Wan thought, if she weren't the one dying, she'd grab a bag of sunflower seeds and claim a front-row seat.
But who'd choose death when they could live? To save her own life, Xie Wan lifted her veil in front of the emperor and his guests, refused to marry the illegitimate son, and declared that her grandfather had left instructions binding the Xie family's daughter to marry the heir of Prince Yu. The betrothal could never be broken!
The emperor was delighted. He changed the legitimate Xie daughter's groom on the spot, leaving the guests in an uproar!
Married life was just as Xie Wan had imagined: the elders were understanding, the delicacies were endless, and the sights and beauties left her dazzled.
Every now and then, she'd check the male lead's health and help treat his poison, then make a bit of small talk: “Heir, when you wake up, remember who saved you. You can repay a life-saving favor by giving yourself to me...”
“But since we're already married, we can skip the formalities. A few more land deeds, house deeds, shops, and jewels would be plenty.”
But who could have guessed that after waking, the heir would remember only the part about giving himself to her?!
Pei Jingzhi gazed at her with deep affection. “Wanwan, I swear to protect your happiness and well-being for the rest of your life, even at the cost of my own!”
Xie Wan's eyes were clear. She looked left and right, anywhere but at the man in front of her.
Husband? Where? Whose?
