After Marrying the Second Male Lead

Sang Mian was ordered to marry the Marquis of Jinning, but her life was far from happy.

The Marquis of Jinning was cold and taciturn. In the month since their wedding, he had barely spoken to her.

That wouldn't do. As a proper noblewoman, Sang Mian knew this meant her authority as his principal wife and her dignity as his first wife were at risk. Worse, she would have to behave like a virtuous wife and arrange a "confidante" for him. She would never know a moment's peace after that.

So Sang Mian resorted to tactics unbecoming of a noblewoman. Today she wrote him a love letter, tomorrow she sent him a sachet. The day after, she waited where the Marquis was sure to pass, looking tipsy and adorable, murmuring that she loved her husband so much. When he frowned and told someone to take her back, she clung to him and cried that no one could ever separate her from her husband.

Her tactics began to work. Just as Sang Mian was about to press her advantage, she had a dream.

Her husband had a childhood sweetheart in his heart, his very own moonlight. One day, he would abandon her for that woman, turning her into the laughingstock of the entire capital.

Sang Mian woke up: Hah, what a bastard.

Meng Ji had been ordered to marry, but he never expected his wife to have been in love with him for a long time.

At first, he thought her love letters and sachets rather frivolous. Later, he found her coquettish clinginess impossible to handle. Eventually, he secretly began to enjoy his little wife's adoration, and his heart stirred.

Then his little wife, who had loved him and wanted them to be together forever, suddenly turned cold and merciless, as though she had become a different person. Haughty and aloof, she wanted them to sleep in separate rooms.

Meng Ji: ???

What had happened that he didn't know about???

Bonus scene:

Excerpt from the Marquis of Jinning's journal:

Summer, the twentieth year of Jingde. There are many mosquitoes. I can't sleep. Tomorrow night, I'll take a sachet to the eastern courtyard. Mianmian is already asleep.

Summer, the twentieth year of Jingde. The lotus fragrance drifts afar. I can't sleep. Tomorrow night, I'll pick a lotus bud and take it to the eastern courtyard. Mianmian is already asleep.

Summer, the twentieth year of Jingde. Full moon on the fifteenth. I can't sleep. Tonight, I climbed the wall into the eastern courtyard. Mianmian was drinking and admiring the moon. She wasn't asleep at all!!!

Theme: Devoted love