Lü Zhen is a renowned general, bold and dashing, and a veteran of countless battles. The man she loves should be a peerless hero, or at the very least a great man of the age, right? Who knew an imperial decree would…
On their wedding day, the delicate, sickly young lord Shao Hongjing was carried into the prince’s manor in a grand sedan chair borne by eight men.
Shao Hongjing: “If I can’t establish my authority as a husband, how can I cultivate myself and manage a family?”
Lü Zhen: “When I return from the battlefield, I’ll tie up my hair and take you as my husband. How does that sound?”
Shao Hongjing: “…You stole my line!”
