The Madam Is Tired of Being His Moonlight

Sang Huai married the prime minister of the dynasty.

It should have been a happy occasion, but she was a country girl from the sticks.

People in the imperial capital said the prime minister must have done too many wicked deeds, so he had to marry a girl like her to atone for his sins.

Naturally, Sang Huai paid no heed to such nonsense. But after living in the prime minister's residence for two years, she finally realized that Rong Yun truly did not like her.

She wanted to go home.

But she never expected that everything in the imperial capital was just a deception after she lost her memories.

She was no country girl. Her identity had once made the prime minister bow down before her and knock his head to the ground.

She was the Fifth Princess.

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Rong Yun was once a beggar on the street. Thanks to someone taking pity on him, he rose to the highest ranks of the court.

His humble origins had brought him to a position as The Outcast, second only to the emperor and above all others.

He had thought his fate in this life could only be to die for the court.

He never expected to meet someone for whom he would gladly risk his life.

She was like a bright, radiant moon, shining into his life.

He could offer up his life with both hands and entrust it to her.

But first, he had to find her again.

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"Do you know what you have to pay to marry this princess?" Sang Huai gripped the reins, looking down at Rong Yun, covered in yellow sand.

"In Xiyue, if you want to marry a woman, you must first defeat our bravest warrior, cross that stretch of yellow sand that no one has ever crossed, and then earn the approval of our ancestors during our sacrificial ceremony. You can't do any of that, and you still want to marry me?"

"What if I can?" Rong Yun asked, looking up at Sang Huai.

Sang Huai had thought he was just boasting. But then she watched the prime minister, a man with no strength to even truss a chicken, defeat the warrior, step into the endless sea of sand, and bow down in prayer at the ancestral ceremony.

"I did all of it." Rong Yun lowered his eyes, his words brimming with sincerity. All his former pride was gone.

"That still won't do." Sang Huai smiled. "Because you're Rong Yun, it can never happen."

The husband-chasing crematorium trope.

A brilliant, scheming, devoted prime minister × a short-tempered, fiercely protective princess with amnesia

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Fu Xun was a dragon who had slept for a thousand years.

One day, when she awoke, she found that the little patch of sea where she had made her home had dried up completely.

And because she had slept for so long, she had lost all her magic and turned into a child.

Penniless, freezing, and starving, Fu Xun could only wander the streets, where, by sheer coincidence, she ran into the sworn enemy who had caused her to end up like this.

How could she let him get away with it?

Qin Jingzhe, a diamond bachelor plagued by rumors, was recognized by reporters on the street and besieged from every direction.

At that very moment, a teary-eyed child came running over, wrapped her arms around his leg, and wailed, calling him Daddy.

Qin Jingzhe: This isn't what you think...

Fu Xun: Daddy, I've been looking for you for so, so long. Mom already passed away, and before she left, she specifically told me to come find you...

Reporter: Oh, so that's what happened.

Qin Jingzhe, who never imagined in his life that he could go out for a walk and come back with a daughter: ???

After public opinion forced him to take the child home, he discovered something even more alarming.

In his private pool, the child swam around and turned into a dragon.

Qin Jingzhe, who believed the child's wild stories: What on earth did I have to do to produce a dragon???

Dragon girl × domineering CEO

After mooching off Qin Jingzhe for a while, Fu Xun discovered that Qin Jingzhe and her sworn enemy weren't the same person and finally felt a little guilty. "Um... I'm not completely useless. How about making the wind blow and summoning rain? I can even make it hail, but that'll cost extra."

Qin Jingzhe, accepting reality: My little ancestor! I don't care if you make it rain knives, as long as you're happy.

Theme: There are countless roads in life, but following the rules is the first step to winning back your wife.