The Chancellor's Country Wife

A blunt, profit-first village woman x a scheming, fake-nice, dog-like prime minister

Lan Xiuniang, a village woman from Huashu Village, was married seven years ago, but the man ran away. Ran away means dead, so she might as well find someone else.

She was preparing to remarry with her son when her husband, who should have been dead, suddenly came back to life. Lan Xiuniang saw his fine robes and handsome, elegant face, though he looked a little pale.

Seven years was a long time, long enough for Lan Xiuniang to nearly forget the face of that bastard. She turned to leave, but he grabbed her wrist.

The bastard: "You're really going to remarry?"

Xiuniang: "Yes."

"Then I..."

"Go back where you came from."

"Wait."

"What now?"

"Since we're old acquaintances, surely it isn't too much to ask for a cup of wedding wine?"

"Whatever."

On the day she remarried, under the bridal candles, one thing led to another. Lan Xiuniang glared angrily at the bastard beside her.

Mei Qingchen: "I'm sorry."

Lan Xiuniang: "You *#"

A scene after they go to the capital:

As the prime minister's wife, Lan Xiuniang naturally had to socialize with the other noblewomen.

After observing them, Lan Xiuniang realized their gatherings weren't much different from the nosy, gossip-loving women at the village entrance. They just spoke more elegantly.

Who had taken another concubine, who had acquired precious jewelry, whose husband had been promoted.

Lan Xiuniang found it boring. She wasn't interested in any of that. Mei Qingchen didn't take concubines, he gave her the finest jewelry every month, and there was no room for further promotion in his position.

The prime minister's wife, who rarely spoke, suddenly said, "How dull to talk about all that. Let's talk about something interesting. Are your husbands any good in bed? Do they have many tricks? How often?"

In the room next door, Mei Qingchen sipped tea with his colleagues, looking completely composed. But when he got home, his face was red with embarrassment. "Lan Xiuniang, who gave you permission to talk about that in front of other people!"

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Sang Jin:

Sang Jin had been engaged since childhood. She loved her fiance dearly and was willing to do anything for him.

Her fiance held her hand, gazing at her with affection.

"My beloved, I know this is hard for you, but marry Yan Linfu for now. If you don't want to, he won't touch you. Once I've made a comeback, I'll marry you openly and honorably."

"But..."

"But what? I know Brother Linfu well. He's a noble gentleman, pure as jade and unsullied as snow. Even if you don't consummate the marriage, he'll treat you well."

"But..." But the first time she met Yan Linfu, he threw her into the water and nearly drowned her.

"Enough, no more buts." Her fiance drew her gently into his arms.

The man's subtle fragrance filled Sang Jin's senses as she basked in the handsome man's tender persuasion. Fine, then.

On the second day of their marriage, with the sun already high in the sky, Sang Jin shakily got out of bed, clutching her waist and near tears. This wasn't how things were supposed to go. Yan Linfu was no gentleman at all!

Yan Linfu:

Yan Linfu had lived as a proper gentleman all his life, only to have his wife betray him for her lover. The city fell, his family was destroyed, and the Yan family's century-old reputation was ruined because of him. He deserved to die.

After his death, he somehow woke up reborn, back before Sang Jin had married him.

The first thing he said was:

"Kill Sang Jin."

One day after they were married.

Sang Jin hid alone in the lotus pond, drinking. Half drunk and half awake, she saw an immortal, elegant and radiant, as beautiful as a jade tree. The immortal asked, "Why are you crying?"

With bleary eyes, Sang Jin leaned into the immortal's arms. "I'm guilty. I think I've fallen for two men. Am I just too fickle?"

The immortal wiped away her tears. "Your eyes have been clouded. You haven't figured out who you really want."

"Th-then what if I want both?"

"...There is a way to work that out."

Yan Linfu (the immortal) was full of pent-up frustration. After all this time trying to seduce her, she still wanted to have the best of both worlds? Fine. He'd give her what she wanted, until she couldn't take any more!

Sang Jin watched the immortal's movements in confusion. "Why are you undoing your belt? Is this how you work it out???"

Theme: Love is fated.