My Husband Can't Possibly Be a Tyrannical Minister

Qin Zhi married a husband. Qin Zhi: My husband is gentle and virtuous, so delicate and timid that he can't even watch a chicken being killed. He's kindhearted as a bodhisattva. In truth, her husband, Lin Xiangwan, is the chief minister of the current dynasty, the highest-ranking official in the land! Rumor has it that Minister Lin loves money, kills without mercy, and once had his political rival's bones and flesh carved apart and fed to his hunting dogs. Lin Xiangwan married a wife. Lin Xiangwan: My wife may be an utterly ordinary country bumpkin, but she's tall, handsome, refined, and elegant. There's just one thing: she's far too frail, unable to lift anything with her arms or shoulders. As it turns out, his wife, Qin Zhi, is the former Crown Prince of Qin, lost to the world! Deeply calculating and long in hiding, she can cut down the leader of an army with nothing but a sword, then vanish without a trace. * Lin Xiangwan, the ruthless and all-powerful chief minister, was gravely wounded while being hunted by assassins and ended up stranded in the countryside. As Lin Xiangwan lay dying, a handsome and refined country bumpkin rescued him. To escape his pursuers, Lin Xiangwan went along with the man's suggestion and married him. On their wedding night, his husband was shy and awkward. Blushing with his flawless, handsome face, he carefully and tentatively, yet eagerly, pressed Lin Xiangwan down onto their simple bed. His inexperienced manner delighted Lin Xiangwan. Lin Xiangwan: "Perhaps keeping a beautiful trophy husband isn't such a bad thing." As Lin Xiangwan recovered from his injuries, rumors spread through the court that the emperor was incompetent and the country faced troubles both within and without. On one side was his beautiful trophy husband; on the other, a position of power above all others... Lin Xiangwan: "There are beautiful husbands every year, but there is only one position as chief minister of Great Liang." Lin Xiangwan decided to leave without a word, abandoning his husband for the greater good and returning to court. Until one day, the remnants of the former Qin dynasty rebelled, and their army marched straight for the capital. The cowardly emperor fled the city in terror. To steady the troops, Lin Xiangwan personally climbed the towering city gate and finally got a clear look at the rebel leader, the Crown Prince of Qin. It was none other than Lin Xiangwan's beautiful, helpless trophy husband! Qin Zhi entered the capital, and the officials knelt in submission. She stared at the cruel and corrupt official before her. He was the very same frail husband who had abandoned her without a word all those years ago. And at Chief Minister Lin Xiangwan's side were two little children, three or four years old. Their features had yet to mature, but they looked exactly like Lin Xiangwan. Qin Zhi couldn't suppress her jealousy. "You've married again? Who are the children by?" Qin Zhi had no idea that after Lin Xiangwan left him and returned to the capital, he had fainted from exhaustion. When the imperial physician took his pulse, he was shocked to discover that the chief minister was pregnant. Claiming he needed to recuperate, Lin Xiangwan stayed home for a full year and gave birth to twins. Meeting Qin Zhi's jealous gaze, Lin Xiangwan suddenly realized that even if emperors came and went, he could remain firmly seated in the unshakable seat of chief minister. Lin Xiangwan smiled brightly. "Your Majesty, do you have a candidate for chief minister? If you appoint me, perhaps I can let my two young children call you godfather." Later, Lin Xiangwan not only got his wish and became chief minister, but also took charge of the empress's seal... Afterward, every night, the palace bedchamber of Great Qin echoed with indistinct sobbing. What do you mean, a frail, helpless trophy husband? This is a mad dog who devours people whole! Lin Xiangwan rubbed his aching, weak lower back. "I should've smothered him while he was asleep!" Qin Zhi rolled over and pulled him into her arms with a laugh. "Where would you like to smother me, my beloved minister? Do tell." Premise: Life calls for optimism and hard work