My Lord, Please Keep It in Check After Our Wedding

Su Wanyue was blessed with good fortune.

She was the only legitimate daughter in three generations of the Qinghe Su clan. With a chancellor for a grandfather, a minister for a father, and a top-scorer brother, she was raised like the moon itself, cherished in the palm of their hands.

Until the Crown Prince, already surrounded by concubines, coveted her family background and beauty and insisted she enter the Eastern Palace as a secondary consort.

The Su family was frantic, unwilling to let their precious pearl sink into a mire, and hurriedly arranged a marriage for her.

They said her betrothed, Xiao Cijin, had risen from humble beginnings. After spilling blood on the battlefield and winning repeated honors, he had been enfeoffed as Marquis Ningyuan and given sole command of Daxia's northern frontier forces. He was the ruthless powerbroker no one in court or country dared provoke.

They said the Marquis Ningyuan was the most handsome man in the capital, his peerless face all the more striking beneath his murderous aura. No elders controlled his household, he had no maids or bedroom attendants, and his inner residence was quiet and immaculate.

There was just one thing: he spent the year campaigning in every direction, and his manner was rough and unconstrained. He never cared for the world's notions of cleanliness and propriety, while Su Wanyue had grown up secluded in the inner chambers of a jade palace and was famously obsessive about cleanliness.

They were as far apart as earth and cloud, their temperaments at odds. How could they live together?

Yet throughout all of Daxia, only the bloodstained Marquis Ningyuan dared to seize her, that bright moon, from the Crown Prince with his own strength.

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Ever since Xiao Cijin was made a marquis and became a rising star in court, the unmarried daughters of noble houses and royal families had all seen him as the most eligible husband in the land.

To him, marriage had nothing to do with romance. His mother was gravely ill and had repeatedly urged him to start a family and continue the family line. Even if it had to be a political match, he needed to choose a woman with a family and beauty unmatched in the capital, so that he could honor his mother's last wish.

Before she had even entered his home, he had already calmly weighed the matter. If they could treat each other with respect after marriage, that would be best. If she found married life unbearable, then after she bore a legitimate son to carry on both families' lines, he would set her free. There was no harm in her finding a better match.

On their wedding night, the instant he lifted her veil, Su Wanyue's face, bright as the moon, dazzled Xiao Cijin.

But it was only a moment of admiration.

In a considerate, measured tone, he said, "I hear you dislike sharing a bed with anyone. After we consummate our marriage, we can live in separate courtyards."

At the time, he was certain their marriage was nothing more than a tangle of interests.

Until he saw her childhood friend from a noble family affectionately call her, "Wanyue."

Xiao Cijin could barely hold back the cold murderous intent building inside him. He wanted to tear apart that scoundrel who dared covet his beloved wife!

Later, her childhood friend challenged him, "If Wanyue hadn't needed your military power to fend off the Crown Prince, why would she have settled for marrying you? She has never loved you!"

Xiao Cijin's heart was already in chaos, but he refused to back down. "Daxia is full of powerful nobles. Why would she reject you, who were right there, and marry me for power? Because you could never reach her heart. Wanyue loves only me!"

That night, Xiao Cijin clutched Su Wanyue tightly, his eyes reddening. "We've kissed, and we share our days and nights. If you dare divorce your poor old husband, I'll die right in front of you!"

Su Wanyue: ?

Theme: Family responsibility.