My Husband Is “Ma Wencai”

From Qingsong Academy to the court of Yan, Lin Fusu went from a young scholar who left home to study disguised as a man to a favorite courtier of the current emperor. This peaceful court had an easygoing ruler, devoted old ministers, and an unruly prince. But Lin Fusu’s arrival was like a giant spoon stirring up the murky waters that had settled for years. Factional struggles at court, turmoil in the harem, and fighting at the borders: the truth of history came rushing in.

Dongfang Hao said, “I knew long ago that I was not destined to inherit this age of prosperity. You are the one who will witness the turning of the world.”

Dongfang Jie said, “Whether your story is true or not, it is a blessing to me. Heaven sent you here to help me fulfill my long-cherished wish.”

Ma Ziyu said, “In heaven and on earth, your fate is destined to be bound closely to mine.”

Lin Fusu said, “What I really miss is that peach grove.”

The forbidden garden glows with spring sunlight, its flower-lined paths adorned with splendid trees. Blossoms in every shade cling to the branches, dotted with dewdrops that catch the light. Facing the sun, they bloom with countless smiles; in the breeze, they share a single fragrance. Why, on the slopes of the immortal peaks, does this solitary bloom hide its distant fragrance?

Note: This has nothing to do with turning into a butterfly. The protagonist isn’t a spoiled young master, either. I just borrowed a name for good luck... though is it really lucky...?