Everyone in the capital knew that the legitimate daughter of the Minister's residence was going to marry the capital's most notorious playboy, the Crown Prince.
On the wedding day, a country girl suddenly barged in, crying that she was the real heiress.
The guests erupted in an uproar, and the Minister's wife fainted on the spot.
Her new husband was the capital's number-one playboy.
On their wedding night, he stumbled in drunk, kicked open the door, and tossed out one line: “Know your place. Don't get in the way of this Crown Prince enjoying himself.”
Then he turned and went off drinking with his cronies.
The Noble Consort sent four etiquette governesses: “Learn your manners properly. Don't bring shame on the royal family.”
Even the kitchens dared to skimp on her meals: “Fakes deserve fake treatment!”
Until the Crown Prince was ambushed and left gravely wounded, on the brink of death.
She spent her entire dowry seeking a lead to a miraculous physician, only to be told that saving him meant asking the mysterious “Master of the Netherworld Pavilion” for help.
She knelt at the steps of the Netherworld Pavilion for three days and nights, only to hear a familiar voice from behind the curtain:
Her husband, the playboy who was supposed to be on his deathbed, was lounging with his legs crossed and eating grapes. “Tsk, these days the Pavilion Master only accepts beautiful women as payment...”
The grapes in his hand dropped to the floor with a plop as their eyes met.
“W-wife?! How did you find me here?!”
She smashed his Netherworld Token on the spot. “I'll go tell the whole world that the Crown Prince has been pretending to be a playboy for twenty years!”
The Crown Prince fell to his knees in fright. “My lady! This act can't be exposed! I'll give you anything you want!”
The next day, the whole capital was stunned:
The playboy Crown Prince clung to her leg, crying, “My lady, please forgive me! Don't divorce me!”
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I've seen the back, it's not bad, keep up the good work! Sometimes I really want to laugh at what the male protagonist says.