Yang Xianyi was born into a powerful family and cherished as the apple of her household's eye.
She thought she'd marry a man of equal standing, or, at worst, one of her cousins, whose family she knew well.
Instead, the new emperor decreed that she marry the great general Zhi Jinxuan.
If he had simply come from a poor family, she could have reluctantly accepted it.
But his family had been butchers for three generations. Through a stroke of luck, by Zhi Jinxuan's generation, he had become one of the new emperor's trusted generals before the throne was taken. He was brave in battle and had won many victories.
The new emperor admired Zhi Jinxuan and wanted him to achieve greatness, so he made him a great general.
There was also a widely circulated rumor about Zhi Jinxuan. When he was poor, he'd been bullied by the sons of noble families, so he hated them passionately. He'd even declared that he would never marry a noblewoman, and would rather trample the aristocracy underfoot.
What kind of lunatic was this?
Yang Xianyi was about to faint. She turned to her parents, hoping they'd save her.
Her father was particular about family status and truly didn't want this man as a son-in-law, but could only sigh helplessly.
Her mother looked at her with red-rimmed eyes. “My poor daughter. Remember not to cry once you're married. That man hates pampered young ladies most of all. He doesn't want someone weak and says he's used to a hard life, so he doesn't like girls who throw tantrums.”
Yang Xianyi was slender and weak. She had no strength, and whenever she argued, tears came to her eyes. She had a bad feeling about this (¬_¬)ﾉ
Her mother angrily added, “He especially hates families like ours. He even said he'd rather marry a village woman than you. You can't do anything, and you're so frail. Once you're married, he won't indulge you. He'll have you chopping wood, butchering pigs, and doing all kinds of chores.”
Yang Xianyi: ...
It was over. She was exactly the woman he was describing. Every word was about her.
She'd be getting beaten every day.
Yang Xianyi married Zhi Jinxuan.
She decided to keep her head down and act submissive. All she wanted was for him not to make her chop wood or do heavy labor.
Zhi Jinxuan treated her like air and rarely paid her any attention.
He really did hate the nobility. He had no interest in her as a man might in a woman, and wouldn't even touch her.
Yang Xianyi thought she'd live out her life without wanting anything, until Zhi Jinxuan was gravely wounded and even the doctor shook his head when he arrived.
She cried.
They hadn't been married long, and now she was going to be a widow.
What rotten luck.
His sworn brother couldn't believe Zhi Jinxuan would simply die. Gritting his teeth, he said, “Go on and rest easy. I'll take good care of your wife.”
Zhi Jinxuan didn't wake up.
His sworn brother tried again. “Did you hear that? She's your wife. If you're gone, she'll have to marry again.”
Zhi Jinxuan still didn't wake up.
His sworn brother started to believe he was really gone. In anguish, he tried to provoke him further. “I'll marry her someday, and our children will take your surname.”
At that, Zhi Jinxuan opened his eyes. He grabbed his wife, who was keeping vigil by his bedside and weeping her eyes out. Seeing her lovely, pitiful face, he said angrily, “I'm not even dead yet, and you're already looking for someone else?”
“Don't even think about it.”
His sworn brother had already run off without a trace.
Yang Xianyi was mortified. What did this have to do with her? She hadn't said anything. Don't blame me for this!
After that, Zhi Jinxuan seemed like a different person.
He used to never touch her. Now he touched her every night.
Her husband was as insatiable as a wolf or tiger, and Yang Xianyi couldn't keep up. Her temper grew, and even when he tried to draw close and be affectionate during the day, she'd slap him.
Zhi Jinxuan didn't get angry. He just smiled at her. “Want to hit the other side, too?”
Yang Xianyi was stunned by his request to be slapped: (" ﾟﾛﾟ)｣
She missed the days when he looked down on her.
A delicate beauty who'd rather take a beating than do hard labor VS a common-born scholar-general with a fearsome reputation
Don't get the wrong idea, lovelies. The male lead genuinely looked down on her at first, and he's very stubborn. Their interactions go something like this:
A few of his sworn brothers say he dotes on his wife. He replies that she's just a woman and there's no need to fuss over her.
The female lead happens to come by. He goes out himself to talk to her, and they start bickering and tugging at each other.
She slaps him and leaves.
He comes back and immediately says, “You just can't spoil a woman. She always has to make me hold her.”
His sworn brothers stare at the unmistakable handprint on his face: ?
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