The Prince Consort Always Thinks He's the Martial Arts Champion

Princess Anyang has been terribly worried lately.

Ever since her husband fell off a horse and hit his head, he has believed himself to be the greatest martial artist under heaven.

Princess Anyang: "Qi Lang, wake up. Back then, my imperial brother personally selected you as the top scholar in the civil service examinations. You can't fight."

Her husband: "Qingqing, don't lie to me. I'm clearly the top scholar in the military examinations."

After saying this, the prince consort began earnestly swinging around a little wooden sword.

Watching him wave his little wooden sword up and down, Princess Anyang resolutely went to the palace and asked her imperial brother to issue an edict: Let the finest doctors in the land come forward. Whoever cures the prince consort will receive ten thousand taels of gold!

A princess who is gentle on the outside but strong within x a prince consort who's adorable even when sick. Both are each other's first and only; a sweet little treat.

Warnings: Fictional setting, no logic. The author just wanted to write a happy little sweet treat.

Theme: To be added