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Feng Ling was once a modern elite agent and a master assassin. Xie Ling was the unloved legitimate son of the Minister of Rites, forced to survive by dressing as a woman and smearing soot over his face.
After transmigrating, the naturally unruly and wickedly charming Feng Ling became the meek, timid Xie Ling, who endured endless scorn in the Minister's household. He swore to win justice for the original owner, who had died with a grudge!
From then on, he face-slapped his stepmother and half-brother, trampled the scumbag fiance who had broken off the engagement, and lived life to the fullest. Then, unexpectedly, he was granted in marriage to the famously dimwitted prince of the dynasty?
Feng Ling glanced at the little fool grinning foolishly not far away and couldn't help sighing. He couldn't defy the imperial decree, so he patted his little fool's head and sighed helplessly. "Husband, from now on, I'll be here. I won't let anyone bully you again."
The foolish prince threw himself into his arms with a silly giggle, but where Feng Ling couldn't see, a trace of madness glinted in his eyes.
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Xuan Yuan Li was born to a palace maid. To survive, he had no choice but to keep a low profile and pretend to be insane for twenty years! He had plotted his way through every step, with informants throughout the court and the martial world, and his schemes never failed. His one unexpected twist was this "ugly" princess consort he'd been ordered to marry!
On their wedding night, facing the "woman" who vowed to protect him for the rest of his life, his heart, sealed away and cold for many years, began to thaw...
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Not long after their wedding, Xuan Yuan Li learned that his princess consort was a man and was planning to run away. He sneered:
"Even if she's a man, she's still my wife! Guards, go bring the princess consort back!"
P.S. It's an old-school, delightfully cheesy romance, exactly the sort of thing I've been craving. I'll save this as a pre-order and start it when the time is right.
Theme: Becoming stronger through adversity
