Chen Qingyuan only wanted to be a laid-back landowner. Who knew the beautiful woman he casually rescued would turn out to be a princess, leaving him with no choice but to become her prince consort?
Everyone laughed at him for striking it lucky and marrying into a powerful family.
Until the night of the palace coup, when the princess clutched his sleeve in the pouring rain. "Husband, I'm scared."
He sighed and gently drew her into his arms. "Don't be afraid. Your husband is here."
The merchant houses spread across the realm, the shadow network that controlled the martial world, and an underground treasury rich enough to rival a nation were all set in motion.
Later, the powerful Chancellor died suddenly in the palace, the new emperor smoothly took the reins of government, and half the court officials were replaced.
The princess always felt that her gentle and refined prince consort was hiding some kind of secret. But whenever she asked, he would only smile and feed her a freshly made sweet. "My dear, how far have you gotten in your storybook today?"
Many years later.
Only the storytellers of the capital still sang of him:
That prince consort who always walked half a step behind the princess, his eyes gentle...
When he bowed his head and smiled, he had once plotted an entire game of chess for the Great Yue Dynasty.
