[Historical Romance] [Marriage] [The Husband Chases His Wife to the Crematorium] [Reunion After Years Apart] [Face-Slapping the Entire City]
Bright, spoiled, and pampered noblewoman X obsessive, devoted prime minister
Wen Suwan thought her husband was cold and heartless. She could raise hell all she wanted and never get a single kind word out of him.
Until one day, she accidentally fell off a cliff and slept for seven whole years.
When she opened her eyes again, she looked exactly the same, but her husband had become the most powerful prime minister in the imperial court.
All of the capital was whispering that the ruthless prime minister had taken in a pretty little songbird who resembled his dead wife.
The court censors stayed up all night submitting impeachment memorials, while the noblewomen of the Marquis's household even brought a crowd of aristocratic wives to block the door, hoping to use "wifely virtue" to lay down the law.
Then, one day, in front of the Censorate.
The Duke of Dingguo, Lu Huaian, who never let his emotions show, lost control and raced through the muddy downpour, crushing her into his very bones in front of all the officials.
"Wen Suwan, I've waited seven whole years for you!"
"From now until eternity, don't even dream of leaving my side again."
The entire court was stunned. By nightfall, they had burned every impeachment memorial;
The Marquis of Annan's household shut its doors to visitors, and the city's nobles trembled in fear!
Only he knew that he had spent those seven years consumed by obsession, planting red plum blossoms throughout the estate for her and always keeping her favorite roasted chestnuts tucked in his sleeve.
That night, the little crybaby he had raised until the age of eight, now a cold-hearted fifteen-year-old young marshal, kicked the door open with a spear in hand:
"What kind of witch dares pretend to be my mother?!"
Wen Suwan grabbed a jade hairpin and tapped him on the forehead:
"You little brat! I used to beat you for wetting the bed, and now you yell at your own mother?"
The towering, stone-faced god of war let his spear clatter to the ground, dropped to his knees, and teared up:
"...Mother, you really left Father and me for seven whole years."
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