When Rong Qing was young, she once said that the woman she married someday would be a valiant heroine, someone who could spar with her and fight alongside her.
Later, she married Song Ruoci.
The sickly beauty famous throughout Lin'an City: a few steps and she would stagger, a few more and she would cough. A beauty as fragile as a glass lamp, so delicate it made your heart ache, yet stunning beyond compare.
When Rong Qing first learned she was to marry Song Ruoci, she was a hundred times unwilling.
Madam Rong could only coax her: "Your mother heard that Miss Song is the prettiest woman in Lin'an City."
Rong Qing gently wiped her treasured sword, her gaze aloof. "Mother, your daughter isn't that shallow. A wife should be chosen for her virtue. What does her appearance matter?"
The next day, she ran into the young woman on the street. With one swift motion, she flipped the woman's veil off with her sword. Her hand tightened around the hilt: Mother, I think I'm in love.
This wife of hers... was irresistible!
Before marrying Song Ruoci, Rong Qing was always saying, "The only way to make me bow my head is to knock me off my horse with a silver spear!"
Later, Song Ruoci would merely furrow her brow, and Rong Qing would bow her head. "Ruoruo, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Did I hurt you again because I wasn't gentle enough? Let me blow on it for you."
Song Ruoci: "..."
Perhaps she'd married a fake general.
[Tsundere, violent, and as bold as a peony VS scheming, sweet little orchid]
[Irresistible charm + face-slapping + chasing your wife to the crematorium]
Theme: Cherish the one before you
