[Historical transmigration + workshop business wars + court intrigue + frontier warfare + sweet romance and push-pull]
A clear-headed woman from another world who ran away from her wedding × a cold-on-the-outside, warm-on-the-inside God of War
When I wake up, my new husband gives me a cold look and says, “Keep your head down and live your life. I won’t touch you.”
I’m overjoyed. “Then hurry up and sign the divorce papers. I don’t want a thing!”
His back suddenly stiffens.
Who could have guessed the icy general would change his tune? He cooks for me himself, making my teeth ache with sourness, and spends every day working eagerly at my flower-dew soap workshop.
At night, he sits on the edge of the bed and says softly, “I regret it.”
I eye the brass buckle on his belt and silently grumble: So much for what you said back then.
Turmoil erupts at court. The Crown Prince is attacked, assassins are everywhere, and the struggle for the throne grows fiercer by the day.
A trip south to Jiangnan is disrupted by bandits, while war spreads across the southwestern frontier.
The Second Prince, obsessed with the white jade butterfly he clutches, heads for the battlefield and is forged anew in blood and fire.
I’m hiding the secret that I came from another world, and I could vanish without a trace at any moment. The bowl of medicine I dare not let anyone discover is filled with my fear of what fate may bring.
On one side is the cold-faced general who would risk his life to protect me; on the other, a prince who will give his life to defend his homeland.
I once wanted nothing but to run away and get a divorce. After weathering countless storms, I can no longer bear to let go of his hand.
