A misdelivered imperial edict forces Su Mingyu, who transmigrated as a “fake princess,” to marry Fu Ertai, the Imperial Bodyguard rumored to be as gentle as jade.
On their wedding night, he takes her hand, his gaze deep and steady. “Now that you’ve entered my household, you will be my wife and mine alone for the rest of your life.”
At first, she treats it as a business arrangement, dutifully playing the part of the Fu family’s second young madam.
Until she is publicly humiliated, and he walks through a thousand pairs of eyes to kneel before her. “If my wife is at fault, then her husband will share the blame.”
Until a romantic rival frames her, and he uses ruthless methods to bring the culprit’s family to ruin. Yet in the middle of the night, he cradles her wrist and gently blows on it, his heart aching. “Does it hurt?”
Gradually, she realizes that her husband, who always smiles as warmly as a spring breeze, is secretly an obsessive, ruthless madman who shows no mercy.
And his madness is directed at her alone.
When the identity crisis of the “fake princess” erupts, everyone waits to see her cast aside or executed. But in the Hall of Golden Chimes, he throws down a scroll of imperial yellow silk, his voice ringing through the hall:
“I, your subject Fu Ertai, offer everything I have to seek the hand of the emperor’s daughter, lost among the common people: Princess Mingzhu.”
Only then does Su Mingyu understand. This seemingly absurd mistaken marriage was the only road home he had carefully planned for her over more than a decade.