The gentle and tolerant husband × the powerful princess who dominates the world
[Literature of scumbag extramarital affairs, ancient romance, restrained affection, sour and slightly sweet, female supremacy]
Xie Wushu, Fu Qingjue's young husband who secretly stayed outside the city, had a four-year-old son named Xie An, who visited them once a month. Xie Wushu was handsome and gentle, with a touch of inextricable tenderness and melancholy between his brows and eyes. He guarded the small courtyard and waited with their four-year-old son Xiaoan for the brief and precious meeting like moonlight every month.
Fu Qingjue had an official husband named Song Yu, who was her chess piece for ascending to the throne. Song Yu was extremely domineering. For the sake of the throne and reputation, Fu Qingjue could not publicly thank Wushu. Every time they parted after they met, he would gently coax the son who was crying for his mother, turning the surging reluctance and sadness into gentle exhortations.
Coming through the snow once a month is Fu Qingjue's only gift to Xie Wushu. He always wore that washed-white moon-white gown and stood waiting for her at the gate of the courtyard. The light brown mole at the end of his eye looked like an unfallen tear in the dusk. Four-year-old Xie An picked up the hem of his clothes and called "Mother" softly, but he just coaxed her gently, hiding all his turbulent expectations in the words "Be careful on the road."
He is Fu Qingjue's secret hidden in the outer city, and a taboo under the eyes of the official Song Yu. I have a country to defend and a chess game to lay out, so I can only trap him and the child in this small courtyard. But when he was trembling and bandaging her wound, tears stained the gauze darkly, and when he said, "As long as I can see you occasionally, it's enough," Fu Qingjue suddenly couldn't tell who was imprisoning whom.
Concept: Love and dislike are not the same thing