Weaving Silken Threads from Cocoons

Xia Shuwan decides to marry her father’s killer, the current prime minister, who is even older than her father... On her wedding day, the person who comes to arrange her hair is none other than the heir, Mu Qingxuan. She had only just escaped from him half a month ago. “Your Highness, what does this mean?” “My mother told me that if you arrange a woman’s hair on her wedding day, it’s a way of wishing that she and her husband will love each other and stay together until they’re old.” As his words fall, so does a warm, damp kiss with a hint of sweetness. Xia Shuwan tastes a familiar flavor and looks at the person before her in horror. “You... What did you use?” “Back when you were in my arms, didn’t you ask what was in my heart? I’ll tell you now...” When the groom rushes over, all he sees in the room is the two of them, their hair entwined together. That day, a wedding carriage originally bound for the prime minister’s residence sets out from the palace with great fanfare and heads straight for the heir’s residence. The grand procession has no groom in sight, while inside the cramped bridal sedan, the two cling tightly to each other. “Shuwan, didn’t you say you wanted to be my wife?” “I was the one who sent you away, Shuwan. Naturally, I should be the one to bring you back.” “How will you make it up to me for all the days Shuwan left me alone in an empty room?” Xia Shuwan doesn’t understand. Wasn’t I the one who was drugged back then? Why does this heir seem worse off than I am? A woman who keeps strangers and acquaintances alike at arm’s length × a sickly, repressed, gloomy man Theme: Your heart will lead you to the person you truly love