My Husband's Style Is All Wrong

Now accepting advance reservations for Call Me, My Love~ After transmigrating, Nianxia heard the little maid beside her sobbing as she gave her name, and felt a headache coming on. Transmigration was one thing, but why did she have to become a member of the unfortunate Fucha clan? And why did she have to marry the Qianlong Emperor, notorious in Qing history for his vulgar taste and his love of stamping his seal on everything... But later, beneath the apricot blossoms and spring rain, a young man in an ivory-white robe came riding toward her. Only then did Nianxia realize she had been wrong. How could he be vulgar? He was the very height of elegance. "Nianxia, Nianxia, I first met my beloved at the start of summer. Your name suits the occasion perfectly." "Everyone in the six palaces is an illusion. Only you are the one in my heart." A little scene: Nianxia knew that Hongli in history had appallingly vulgar taste, and that he loved stamping his private seal on all the books and paintings he liked. But the two of them had known each other since childhood. She had rarely seen his private seal, never mind his vulgarity. That is, until their wedding day. Red silk hung everywhere. Someone led her to the bridal chamber, and when her veil was lifted, she saw the "riotously colorful" porcelain vases in the room... "Fourth Prince, care to explain what's going on?" On their wedding night, Nianxia pointed at the porcelain vases with her left hand and at the tiny embroidered design on the sleeve of her red wedding robe, which looked just like someone's private seal, with her right. She sighed helplessly. "I don't just want to stamp my seal on your clothes. I want to stamp it on your heart too. Is that vulgar?" Nianxia blinked. Maybe being a little vulgar wasn't so bad after all? Advance reservation story: My Sweet, Soft Beloved, Please Save It for Me. Come take a look~ (￣▽￣~)~ On the very first day Ling Jin reported to the Eastern Palace as the Crown Prince's study companion, the Crown Prince, who had come to meet him, put a baby in his arms. The child was exquisitely adorable and tiny. She sucked on her finger, blinked at him, and spoke in a sweet, babyish voice. "Big brother, pick me up~" Ling Jin looked down at the child in his arms, who he had been about to hand back to the Crown Prince, and quietly decided he didn't want to give her back. A little scene: One day, a certain little girl said, "My husband has to be the most handsome man in the world!" Ling Jin: It seems everyone says I'm rather handsome. "My husband has to be the most talented man in the world!" Ling Jin: It seems I'm even more talented than the Crown Prince. "A man with both beauty and talent is the only one worthy of being my husband!" Ling Jin: "Mm, I know. I'll marry you, then." (After all, whoever raises you gets to keep you!) Blurb: Lin Yutang accidentally fell into the pond at home. When she woke up, she had become her grandmother's childhood friend, Wen Dongyue, who had died young. Now all the elders had become younger than her! Not only did she have to call her grandmother her sister, she also had to pat her father's head while he called her his teacher's wife in a babyish voice? That would have been bad enough, but why had she heard that Wen Dongyue had an unmarried fiancé who could "stop children crying at night"? On her wedding night, the young woman who was now Wen Dongyue took one look at him and cowered... Wasn't the usual order of events to be stern and cold, scare the neighbor's kid into crying, and then reach the pinnacle of life? How had it turned into spending every day clinging to each other and speaking sweet nothings? This wasn't right at all! A timid kitten of a sweet wife * A cold-faced, warm-hearted wife-doting fanatic A little scene: One day, when He Mingyan found out that his little wife had transmigrated... Wen Dongyue: Actually, by seniority, I should call you Grandpa. You understand? He Mingyan: Mm! Wen Dongyue: Then if I call you "Grandpa," would you dare answer? He Mingyan: What do you think? *Sob, sob.* Fine, you win! You're the boss~ Theme: