The General Was Swept Away by My Forced Marriage (Matriarchy)

Qian Wen transmigrated into a world ruled by women. Covered in wounds, she fought her way out of a bloody succession struggle, climbed to the top, and personally led her armies to conquer six kingdoms. She spent half her life alone.

Then, one year, she saw him in a brothel: the spirited young man who had once crossed swords with her on the battlefield. His youth was gone. To earn enough to get by, he took off his robe in front of her and asked numbly, "Your Majesty, how would you like to play?"

Qian Wen had never felt heartache before. At that moment, it was as if a thousand ants were gnawing at her heart.

Reborn, Qian Wen became a ruthless regent and went undercover in her rival's territory, enjoying the company of one beauty after another, leaving her mark wherever she went.

At last, she met Zou Yiting, a man whose outstanding military service had earned him a marriage arrangement the future empress had reluctantly agreed to. All he did was train his troops, and even in his late twenties he remained unmarried. The entire capital treated him with respect to his face and scorned him behind his back.

Qian Wen strode into his life without hesitation, killed his bride, and stormed his wedding.

On the night of his wedding to the future empress, she demanded that he be with her alone, call her his wife, and become her husband.

Zou Yiting devoted his youth to war, defending his country. When the fighting ended and peace returned, he was left to endure rumors and the cold stares of the world.

Out of pity, the emperor arranged a marriage for him. His betrothed was a cruel, eccentric woman who looked down on him.

Whenever he gave her a gift, she threw it away on the spot, showing him no consideration at all.

In the end, he became the target of court intrigue, was saddled with a crime he could never clear, and ended up in a brothel.

In his darkest hour, what kept him alive were memories that had flashed through his mind time and time again, scenes he had never forgotten from the first half of his life.

On the battlefield, the only enemy commander who could match him in combat: her ringing spear amid the roaring dust, the admiration in her eyes, and the battles they had fought against each other.

He never imagined they would meet again amid the brothel's sensual splendor. She was the moon in the sky, while he was mud beneath her feet. His heart turned to ash. In shame, he stripped in front of her, his soul sinking into an icy abyss.

Overwhelmed by despair, he could only think: if only he could have another chance...

Another chance, and the whole country still betrayed him.

Only one person swam against the tide and called him A-Ting.

Bonus scene:

"What's this?" She picked up the sachet the future empress had thrown onto the ground. Crookedly embroidered on it was a "screaming chicken."

Zou Yiting lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Mandarin ducks playing in the water." Then he hid the back of his hand, covered in needle pricks.

Qian Wen promptly tucked it into her robe. "It's mine now."

Zou Yiting froze, then, his ears red, reached for it. "No, I embroidered it for my wife."

"Sure, I won't take it."

The woman simply leaned shamelessly against the wall and pointed at her cheek.

"Give me a kiss, and I'll give it back."

#The Regent Is Stealing Someone Else's Husband Again Today#

#Has General Zou Called Off His Wedding Today? Not Yet? No Problem, Just Find Him a New Bride#

#How a Madwoman Who Survived a Succession War Reborn to 'Save' Her White Moonlight#

tips:

1. Read the author's note in Chapter One. This is an old-school, bittersweet redemption story. The female lead transmigrates and is reborn. 1v1, happy ending. The female lead is not a virgin; the male lead is. Men can bear children. The female lead takes the male lead by force, and neither of them is perfect.

2. Cover art by Jing Shiqi.

Another bittersweet female-dominant story, coming soon: Like Jade

Feng Zhijin transmigrated into the ruler of a kingdom.

What she thought being an empress would be like: Handsome men and fine wine, and I call the shots.

What being an empress was actually like: Everyone was scheming, and I didn't get to call the shots at all.

Being an emperor is exhausting. It's even worse than being a wage slave.

She wanted to lie flat and give up.

Until she met Shen Qingci in the imperial garden, the emperor's husband who, by all accounts, had spent three years in the palace being discreet, dutiful, and dependable.

When she gave up and stopped working, he would quietly pick up the pen she'd dropped. "Your Majesty, I've prepared a bowl of hot soup for you. Take a break first."

When the court officials backed her into a corner, he would stand by her side. "Your Majesty, it's all right. I'll help you sort out your thoughts."

When the Shen family pressed her relentlessly, he hesitated for the first time, no longer able to keep everything under control.

So Feng Zhijin turned back again and again, picked up her pen again and again, returned to court again and again, and took the hand he held out to her again and again.

With him beside her, perhaps the road to becoming a ruler wasn't impossible after all.

*

In the fourth year of Yongchang, the emperor was attacked and disappeared. Her husband took charge of the state.

The man who had always been gentle as jade, steady, and dependable used ruthless measures to strip every culprit of office and send them into exile.

Day after day and night after night, he agonized as he calmly analyzed where she might have gone, exhausting himself to the point of coughing up blood through his tears.

When they met again, Feng Zhijin looked at him and could no longer hold back her tears. They slid down her cheeks.

He hadn't merely grown thin. He had worn himself down to nothing.

"Qingci... How did you... let yourself get like this...?"

Theme: People should live for themselves?