The Entire Capital Is Putting on an Act for Her

Dong Kui was the most envied woman in the capital. Her husband, Liu Yun, was the Grand Secretary, tutor to the young emperor, and a man of immense power. He was also extraordinarily handsome. Then she took a fall and regained memories from ten years ago. Back then, the future Grand Secretary was still living in the countryside, so poor that all he had was her, his little wife. Just then, the Eldest Princess returned to the capital and fell in love with Liu Yun at first sight. She refused to marry anyone else. The Empress Dowager was determined to arrange the marriage, making Dong Kui the biggest obstacle. Those who had once envied Dong Kui’s good fortune secretly looked forward to seeing the Empress Dowager make things difficult for her, perhaps even have her divorced and thrown out of the manor. But they waited and waited, and all they saw was the Grand Secretary posing as a poor scholar selling calligraphy on the street, while his subordinates played street thugs who kicked over his stall and made a scene; posing as a tutor, with the Eldest Princess playing a student’s older sister who accused him of theft; and pretending to take the provincial exam, while an academician played a fellow examinee who accused him of cheating... The whole capital was asking, “What on earth is going on?” “Madam lost her memory and insists on reliving the hard times, so His Excellency has all the officials putting on a show to make her happy!” #Everyone's an over-the-top actor, and the whole place is ridiculous# A wife-doting fanatic VS a beautiful amnesiac. Coming soon: “After Mistaking the Wrong Person for My Savior” Goddess Guanyin big sister X murderous little brother Ling Shuo had concealed his identity for ten years, roaming far and wide to slaughter the wicked. On his first night in the capital, he took up his sword to exact revenge at the dilapidated Marquis's manor. But a woman stood before the manor gates. When she caught sight of him, her eyes lit up. Unafraid of his sword, she glided toward him. She wore plain clothes and had a face as lovely as jade, her bearing graceful and serene. She took the brand-new cloak her maid handed her, and faint dimples appeared in her cheeks. Her beauty was tranquil. “It’s late and the dew is heavy. You’re so lightly dressed, benefactor. Why not put this cloak on before you go inside?” The sword hummed, as if impatient to spill the woman's blood. Yet Ling Shuo seemed to see the jade statue of Guanyin from the old temple where he had once sheltered, the one that had kept him company through countless long nights. His sword swiftly slid back into its sheath. Ling Shuo accepted the cloak with a calm expression, lowering his eyes to conceal their gleam. Never mind. A kind-hearted Guanyin sister like her surely couldn't be his enemy. As for when he had become her benefactor, he couldn't remember. * Jiang Ling found her savior rather amusing. Her benefactor was only sixteen, seemingly a beautiful mountain spirit who had wandered into the mortal world. He knew nothing of worldly rules and liked to hug his sword and call out in a clear voice, “Sister.” No matter how many times he said it, Jiang Ling answered every time. Feeling both helpless and indulgent, she thought that since he had saved her life, she ought to treat him well. She told everyone in the marquis's manor to be respectful to the boy, and indulged him in every way herself. She even set aside the rules of the capital, letting him follow her everywhere and stay by her side without ever leaving. Before long, even at night while she copied sutras, the boy could stroll openly into her bedroom after bathing and sit beside her. His damp presence drew conspicuously close. He seemed obedient as he knelt by her legs, yet they were so close that they could feel each other’s breath. His low voice carried an unusual emotion. “Sister.” When the young man's strong arms wrapped around her, Jiang Ling finally realized something was wrong. She deeply regretted how improper their closeness had become. * Jiang Ling found it harder and harder to handle Ling Shuo. During the day, the boy still showed some restraint. At night, he clung to her as if he might force his way into her bedchamber at any moment. Jiang Ling stopped giving in and decided to send Ling Shuo away. That very day, she received a letter from her father. After reading it, she was horrified to learn that she had mistaken someone else for the person who saved her life. Ling Shuo had never saved her, and he seemed to have a deep-seated grudge against the marquis's family. Now she had even less reason to keep him there. But before she could say a word, Ling Shuo disappeared. She found him in an old alley and watched with her own eyes as he deftly swung his sword and cleanly slit the throat of the Duke of Zhenguo's heir. Blood gushed forth. A powerful court official was dead just like that. Ling Shuo acted as if he had casually crushed an ant. He carelessly sheathed his sword, while the blood at the tip of his eyebrow slithered down his cheek like a venomous snake. He was still just as beautiful, but he was no longer the mountain spirit in Jiang Ling's heart. Theme: After hardship comes happiness.