Transmigration + Substitute + Devoted Couple’s Redemption + Sweet and Angsty + Happy Ending
The Cold-Faced General’s Beloved Under the Red Bridal Canopy: His Princess Consort Wins with Modern Military Tactics
When Shen Wei opened her eyes, she had transmigrated into the body of a condemned slave sent to the General of Zhenbei. She had heard that all his previous women had died after being tortured because they looked so much like his deceased beloved. And her face was a nine-out-of-ten match for that woman’s.
When they first met, he gripped her chin and sneered. “How many days do you think you’ll last?” She lowered her head and said nothing, making tea and grinding ink for him each day while secretly incorporating modern knowledge into his military strategy. She helped him outwit the enemy and win victory after victory. On the night he returned in triumph, drunk, he kicked open her door. “Why do you keep avoiding me?” At last, she showed him the hideous scar on her wrist. “General, I’m not her. I’ll die.”
He came to his senses, but by then her heart had already turned cold. Only at the palace banquet, when he cleared her name in blood and pointed his sword at the throne, did he proclaim before everyone, “This is my wife, neither a slave nor a substitute!”
Later, the cold-faced general who had once found her an eyesore lowered the red bridal canopy every night, warming her cold feet. He kissed the old scar on her wrist over and over, coaxing her in a husky voice. “Wei’er, in this life, you alone are my destiny, my redemption, and the one my heart calls home.”
