Something's Off About the Villainous Husband

In a single moment, Song Ningzhao transmigrated and became a noble family's legitimate daughter. The fate of such a daughter was to go from her family's inner quarters to another household's, where she'd fight with a group of women.

To avoid that fate, Song Ningzhao had pretended to be sickly since childhood. Just as her family was about to agree to let her recuperate at a country estate, an imperial edict arranged her marriage to Prince Qin.

Even worse than getting married was the fact that she seemed to have transmigrated into a book, and her future husband was the book's hidden villain. He'd lain low for years before killing his brother and mother just before his elder brother was to ascend the throne. Naturally, his sickly princess consort wouldn't meet a good end either.

Song Ningzhao pulled her cloak tighter. Disobeying the imperial edict would cost her head, so she had only one option left: fake her death and escape.

After getting married, Song Ningzhao spent every day looking for a chance to fake her death and escape, but something was off about her villainous husband!

He'd call the cook in the middle of the night to make a whole pile of food. And though he looked like a refined gentleman, he wailed like a gloomy ghost.

“I'm already a prince, so why do I still have to go to work!”

Song Ningzhao: !!! I think I've found someone from my own world!

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As the youngest son of the Lu family, Lu Huaian had an older brother and sister to bring glory to the family. All he had to do was be a law-abiding nepo baby. He never imagined that the hardships he'd avoided in modern life would all catch up with him here.

Every day, he had to get up before dawn to clock in at court. When he got back to his residence, he had to discuss the road to seizing power with his advisers. Oh, and he also had to coax the sickly princess consort he'd specifically asked for to strengthen his power!

Seriously, was he sick in the head? Why had he chosen to put himself through this instead of living the easy life of a wealthy playboy?

Lu Huaian planned to gradually withdraw from the succession struggle. As for the princess consort he'd asked for, they could simply stay out of each other's way.

Until one day, as he passed through the back garden of the prince's residence, he heard her playing the qin and instinctively sang along, “You're my little apple, how can...”

The air froze. The two of them stared at each other.

“Wifey?” Lu Huaian's lips moved.

“Huh?” Song Ningzhao raised her eyes.

Wait, does transmigrating come with a buy-one-get-one-free deal?

Theme: When in Rome, make yourself at home.