I Use Incense-Making to Care for My Frail Husband

[Career-obsessed woman x world-weary male assassin]

Du Chaoyun, an artisan perfumer specializing in intangible cultural heritage, had barely transmigrated to ancient times before she promptly picked up a husband.

But no one told her that this husband couldn't lift anything heavy or do any hard labor. His only strenuous activity every day was eating.

As a career-minded woman, Du Chaoyun made incense to earn money and support her husband, tears in her eyes.

Suffering from heatstroke?

Try some heat-relieving incense.

Can't focus?

A stick of concentration incense might help.

Trouble sleeping?

How about some calming incense?

Later, her incense shop was packed with customers, and Du Chaoyun counted money until her hands were sore.

But someone wasn't happy about it.

Husband: "Dear, are you coming home today?"

[Bonus Scene]

Du Chaoyun had always thought she was Heaven's favorite, uniquely cherished by the Transmigration God.

After all,

Someone tried to steal her stall, then sprained their ankle the next day and had no choice but to lie flat at home.

Someone stole her incense recipe, and within days that person was on their knees at the county office, begging to be imprisoned.

Someone took her herbs, and the next day a seller would inevitably offer her even older, better ones at a low price.

Until one day, her husband took her by the hand, sword in hand, and led her over the rooftops of Tokyo.

"Aaaah! Husband, what do you actually do?"

"I'm the head of an assassin organization!"

Theme: Pursue a better life.