A Mistaken Marriage (Reborn)

Coming soon: the sweet romance The Rough General and the Delicate Flower. Add it to your collection!

Jiang Tang was as graceful and beautiful as an immortal. In her previous life, the lecherous old emperor coveted her, and the jealous Consort forced her to leap to her death from the Cangxue Pavilion.

Before she died, someone covered her with his robe. She never forgot that wisp of fragrance from his blue robe, even to her dying day.

Reborn on the night the tragedy was to happen, Jiang Tang accidentally hid inside a carriage and met a pair of blood-red eyes. As they looked at each other, a subtle fragrance drifted from him.

Jiang Tang's eyes immediately lit up. This scent...

Chen Yanqing's mother was unknown. Bullied from a young age, he was so ruthless he would even cut down his own father. He was a madman.

Who knew that after an accidental rescue, someone would cling to him?

One day, they ran into each other during a heavy snowfall, when the mountain roads were treacherous.

He told Jiang Tang, "Get lost."

"Okay." Jiang Tang obediently stepped back.

Chen Yanqing was about to turn around when a soft hand hooked around his and gave it a tug. "I'm afraid I'll slip. I want to hold your hand."

Chen Yanqing raised his eyes and gave her a cold look.

Jiang Tang pouted... He won't let me hold it!

Just as she was about to let go, he covered her hand with his. Chen Yanqing frowned. "Don't do it again."

Until after they were married...

The day Jiang Tang met her true benefactor, a man who really smelled of pine, she cried her heart out. Then she went back to her parents' home and refused to come out.

The Crown Prince teased Chen Yanqing. "Your little wife isn't coming back. Aren't you going to look for her?"

Chen Yanqing calmly placed a piece on the board. "Why would I look for her?" A pet bird raised at home would return on its own once it had finished making a fuss.

"Tsk, tsk," said the Crown Prince over his tea. "I heard her childhood sweetheart, her cousin, is visiting today..."

Before he could finish, a blur flashed past. Chen Yanqing had vanished.

Jiang Tang was soon cornered in her own courtyard. The folds of her newly tailored, lightweight lily-patterned dress were crumpled as the man stared at her.

"What is it? Now that your cousin's back, you even dare ask for a divorce?"

Chen Yanqing: "In this life, I'll only be widowed. I won't divorce you."

Warnings:

1. The heroine is a little slow to catch on and is soft and sweet. She has no trouble with everyday communication, but takes time to understand schemes. The hero is reserved and self-possessed, the doting boyfriend type. Along the way, he may shamelessly resort to trickery, playing the victim, acting cute, and other such tactics.

2. The heroine was sexually violated in her previous life, though it didn't go all the way. They are both virgins in this life. Please don't read if this bothers you.

3. They are nine years apart. The identities are revealed slowly. The setting is fictional, so don't scrutinize the details.

4. Updates follow the rankings before the story is contracted, then six chapters a day afterward, at midnight or 6 p.m.

Coming soon: The Rough General and the Delicate Flower

The wife Lu Qing'an married today was Wen Lianshu.

Born into the Duke of Fuguo's family and peerlessly beautiful, she had helped him earn the title of heir apparent.

Unfortunately, the city had just fallen.

The Duke of Fuguo led the army to fight off the enemy, and the whole family was captured.

The invading general asked many questions about Wen Lianshu.

His father also hinted that he could find another woman, but he only had one life.

So Lu Qing'an began to wonder: which should he choose, his wife or his life?

Wen Lianshu was merely exhausted by the tedious wedding ceremony. She never expected someone to drug her with a handkerchief and render her unconscious. Her former fiancé's familiar voice sounded as gentle as a dream beside her ear...

"Lianshu, don't blame me!"

"Just spend one night with him, and we can survive. Afterward, you'll still be my wife."

Wen Lianshu was instantly chilled to the bone...

She was wrapped up and sent into Wei Changji's tent. That night, the red candles burned all the way through.

*

A month later, she met Wei Changji again at a flower banquet.

He leaned his head against one hand and crossed his legs, lounging in his seat without a trace of decorum.

Wen Lianshu had been raised to observe proper manners. How could she like such a dissolute man?

She disliked his face: too fierce. She disliked his temper: too cold. And she was even more afraid that if they shared a bed again, he would be as rough as he had been that time.

But he was her only hope of getting away from Lu Qing'an!

Wen Lianshu pressed her lips together, deciding she could endure a little more.

So when Wei Changji left, she gathered up her skirt and followed him.

In an empty palace, Wei Changji finally stopped and looked at her with an inscrutable expression.

"General Wei, I wrote a letter asking my husband to divorce me, but they won't let me leave. Could you help me?" Wen Lianshu reached out and tugged at the jade pendant at his waist. "I can marry you in return. Would that be enough?"

Wei Changji said nothing and turned away.

He climbed the steps, then looked back at her. "Why aren't you coming in?"

Wen Lianshu froze. "W-What are we doing?"

Wei Changji closed the door and blocked her soft lips with his. "Collecting a little payment."

Later, the new emperor asked, "My dear subject, you have rendered great service. What reward do you want?"

Wei Changji glanced toward the women, his dark eyes landing on Wen Lianshu, who was still dozing.

"I want her."

The entire hall erupted in an uproar.

Theme: Don't complain or give up. Meeting each other was the best arrangement of all.