Oh! Your Highness, Why Did You Stop Calling Me Husband?

A Sweet-and-Sour Princess Deliberately Teases, and the Cold, Chaste Minister Falls for Her Devoted to Each Other, Doted on by Everyone, Dramatic, Feel-Good, Pouting as They Get Jealous Rong Yuehua, the eldest princess of Great Zhou, was peerlessly beautiful and so clever she seemed almost supernatural. Yet she was betrayed by a trusted courtier and met a tragic end at Moonlight Lake. When she opened her eyes again, she was reborn four years after her death, her soul transported into the body of Chu Yu, heir to the Prince of Lin'an, who was rumored to prefer men. Worse, it was the very day Chu Yu defiled Xie Jingchen, the prime minister! What was she supposed to do now that she was doomed? Fortunately, Chu Yu was a woman. She faked her death and escaped. When she returned, she was Su Qian, the daughter of the prefect of Suzhou. That day, she went to Ganlu Temple. Beneath the bodhi tree, she threw herself into Xie Jingchen's arms, weeping like a rain-soaked pear blossom. “Wuxian, my husband, Ah Qian has finally found you.” The young woman bit her red lips, her thin clothes revealing her figure. Her single call of “Wuxian” made the man's fingers tighten abruptly as he turned the Buddhist beads on his wrist, one by one. She got her wish and entered the prime minister's manor, staining the untarnished moonlight of the mortal world with worldly desire. She also watched helplessly as Xie Jingchen reeled in every fish in her pond. Later, after taking her revenge, she ran away. When he caught her, the man's gaze was cold and dark. “I heard that Ah Qian's heartless lover is dead?” Before she could answer, he changed the subject. “Should I call you Chu Yu, or Your Highness, the Princess?” After that, he loved her to the bone and indulged her in everything. There was only one thing he would not allow, for instance, when night had grown deep and all was quiet... So much for being chaste! The man gently pinched her cheek, forcing her to look at the reflection in the bronze mirror. “Your Majesty, what should you call me?” In the mirror, her eyes were red at the corners and wet, her voice trembling. “W-Wuxian.” “Your Majesty, that's wrong. You must be punished. Call me husband.” No matter what form Your Highness takes, across the ends of the earth, beneath the heavens or beyond the River of Forgetfulness, Wuxian will recognize Your Highness at a glance., Xie Jingchen