A Xian is the youngest legitimate daughter of the Duke of Wei. Raised in luxury, she can't embroider and has no artistic talents. She's known throughout the capital as a lazy young lady, and the noblewomen of the capital are always hoping to see her make a fool of herself.
Recently, rumors have spread that the Duke of Wei has promised A Xian's hand to Prince Fu.
Prince Fu is a notorious playboy. It's hardly his fault: his father is a prince with a different surname, his mother is a princess royal, the emperor is his maternal uncle, and the empress dowager is his maternal grandmother. He's always been doted on. Other than his handsome face, he has little to recommend him.
Everyone assumed A Xian was doomed. But after waiting and waiting, they heard unexpected news: the couple were exceptionally devoted to each other.
Prince Fu neither took concubines nor kept a mistress, and he even changed his ways, spending every day at home with A Xian.
[Little Scene 1]
After they married, they ran into a problem that night.
There was only one bed in the room, and they sparred with their wits, each winning some and losing some.
Prince Fu: "Don't expect me to give in to you."
A Xian: "Then don't."
[Little Scene 2]
A few months into their marriage, A Xian was feeling lazy. She lay on a chaise longue with her eyes half closed, enjoying a quiet break.
Prince Fu fanned her. "I've recently found a way to be lazy."
A Xian languidly opened her eyes to look at him. "Let's hear it."
Prince Fu ordered his attendants to bring over a wooden chair with wheels.
He said proudly, "When I can't carry you anymore, I can push you around in this instead."
The servants covered their mouths to hide their laughter. Their prince really was going all out for his princess consort.
He'd spent several months making the wheeled chair himself.
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After graduating, Wen Yong spent three years as a wage slave, dreaming every day of winning the lottery and being able to lie flat.
Then she woke up one day and had won the lottery: she'd transmigrated as a concubine-born daughter of a noble family.
She'd even been born into the story and raised in comfort for eighteen years. Could life get any better?
Her legal mother couldn't stand it. If Wen Yong stayed around any longer, the other Wen daughters would never get married.
So she picked a nephew from her maiden family to match with Wen Yong, who was perfectly happy with the arrangement.
They knew each other well, and her cousin had good character, was cultured and gentle, and was handsome to boot. His family didn't have a habit of taking concubines, either. Marrying him would simply mean lying flat in a different place, and her legal mother's family were all quite pleased with her.
Both sides were happy, except for her eldest half-sister.
The eldest half-sister didn't want to marry into the imperial family. She wanted to marry their cousin instead.
To make it up to her, their legal mother arranged a match with someone even more impressive than her nephew: Pei Heng, a powerful official at court.
Her maid was worried. "Lord Pei became chief minister at such a young age, so he has to get up early every day for court. The Pei residence is far from the imperial city, and even on horseback it'll take an hour. Court begins at the hour of Chen, so he must get up before dawn! Poor miss, you've never once gotten out of bed before the hour of Chen."
Wen Yong was worried, too. Was she doomed to a life of early mornings all over again?
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Although the Pei family was illustrious, it had few members. Pei Heng had climbed to the top through his own intelligence and diligence, working tirelessly. If his grandmother hadn't threatened to take her own life, he wouldn't have wanted to marry so soon.
Since his grandmother liked Wen Yong, as long as she treated her well, he could let her live in comfort as the chief minister's wife.
After they married,
he got up early each day to attend court while his wife slept soundly.
He returned home late at night, only to find her still sleeping soundly.
It seemed he had never once seen her awake.
Pei Heng: "..."
He had reason to suspect that his wife might not even remember what he looked like.
Six months after her marriage, her eldest half-sister discovered that her cousin still couldn't stop thinking about Wen Yong. She argued with him every day, then angrily returned to her parents' home, only to find the young chief minister accompanying his wife on a visit to her family. He even carried her from the carriage to the main hall himself, refusing to let her take a single step.
Eldest Half-Sister: "Why isn't he secretly ill and avoiding women like he was in my dream?"
Screenshot from August 6, 2024
Theme: Women raised in the inner chambers should strive for self-reliance and work hard to grow.