Everyone knew that Shen Fu and Pei Chengzhang were a couple who could not stand each other.
They married because the up-and-coming Pei Chengzhang had once needed the Shen family's help. Later, when he rose to prominence, the Shen family used that favor to demand repayment.
A marriage like that was never going to last.
On their wedding night, Pei Chengzhang did not even lift the bridal veil. He walked right out of the bridal chamber in front of everyone, leaving only a cold remark: "Now that the marriage is done, take care of yourself."
Shen Fu stood frozen, finally realizing just how much he loathed her.
She put away her girlish affection and began learning to manage the household, discipline the servants, and take care of the inner residence.
If there was no love, then perhaps they could still live out their lives together with mutual respect.
But none of it moved Pei Chengzhang in the slightest. Instead, it only made him hate her more.
Later, she went on an outing with his cousin, only to be captured by bandits and tied at the edge of a cliff as leverage.
Just as expected, Pei Chengzhang looked toward the cousin he had known since childhood.
He said, "Let Wanwan go."
Only then did Shen Fu realize that even as a Chief Secretary's wife in name alone, she was still standing in their way.
Looking back on her life, it had truly been pointless.
Seven years after Shen Fu's death, in early spring, rain and wind swept through the capital.
She opened her eyes again. The man standing before her grave was gaunt and haggard, his features worn with sorrow, his whole body cold and lifeless.
When he looked at her, a glimmer of light finally appeared in his eyes.
His cold hand clamped around her wrist and refused to let go, gripping so hard it seemed he wanted to crush her.
As if she might vanish the very next moment.
Shen Fu pretended not to recognize him and brushed past.
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Everyone knew that although Chief Secretary Pei Chengzhang had the elegant bearing of a crane and the beauty of snow, he was, in truth, an absolute madman.
He had never liked his wife. After she died, he came to hate her even more.
He dug up her grave and desecrated her corpse, but chanting sutras and incantations still could not ease his hatred.
He searched everywhere for her, from the highest heavens to the deepest underworld, determined to pursue her without end.
Later, he went so mad that he mistook a woman who looked just like his wife for the deceased and begged her desperately, groveling at her feet.
...So he had regretted it all along.
Sensitive x taciturn
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Both leads are each other's only partners
The blurb contains many misleading narrative twists
A love as deep as an ocean of hatred
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