My Husband Is the Crown Prince

Synopsis to be revised:

Tang Yang was the daughter of a seventh-rank official. Her birth mother died young, and her father paid little attention to her after taking a second wife.

Neither her family background nor her talents stood out among the noblewomen of the capital. Her husband, Chu Liangping, was also an unremarkable-looking man from an ordinary family, a second-tier jinshi.

The only thing others might envy was that her husband was highly regarded by his superiors, and his career advanced at an astonishing pace. In seven years, Chu Liangping rose from a second-tier jinshi to the third-rank Left Vice Minister of Revenue.

They were an ordinary couple, and their years together were simple and happy.

Until one day, Chu Liangping was sent on an assignment to Jiangnan.

The day he left was also the day the crown prince returned to the capital from Qingfeng Temple in Linyi.

Tang Yang saw Chu Liangping out of the city. On her way back, the streets were bustling. When the crown prince's carriage passed, she knelt with the crowd, genuinely happy that he had returned to the capital.

The current emperor listened to heretical charlatans and was cruel and violent, while the crown prince had the bearing of the sages of old.

Tang Yang raised her eyes and secretly stole a glance at this living immortal.

Then she froze.

The crown prince had exquisitely handsome features and a refined bearing, and his gaze met hers.

Tang Yang hurriedly lowered her head and pressed a hand to her chest, where her heart suddenly began to pound.

Why did this crown prince feel so much like the man who had just left the city?

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The empress dowager began making arrangements to select a consort for the crown prince.

Her maternal relatives had fallen on hard times. The next time they met, Tang Yang had been asked by her maternal aunt to bring several cousins to a palace banquet. It would be ideal if one of them won the favor of the crown prince and the empress dowager and entered the Eastern Palace.

Tang Yang was already married and naturally not among the candidates, but that didn't stop her from drinking a cup of wine laced with something.

A maid supported her as her body went limp. They had just left their seats when someone cried, "The crown prince has arrived!" Everyone bowed to welcome him.

Tang Yang struggled to remain standing, her head lowered. She saw the hem of a dark blue robe, and a familiar, crisp fragrance reached her nose. Instinct overpowered reason. The next moment, Tang Yang seemed about to collapse. The crown prince stepped forward and caught her firmly, his voice low and pleasant. "Are you all right, madam?"

"...This humble wife is fine."

Tang Yang pretended to be all right, but her voice was alluringly soft, her breath hot, and her cheeks flushed, her eyes watery. She looked utterly disheveled.

Halfway through the banquet, the crown prince disappeared.

The palace attendants searched everywhere and finally found a trace of him in a secluded palace.

Deep red walls surrounded the courtyard, and a chamber was hidden among the dense greenery. Soft, melodious moans came from within. The attendants crept closer and glimpsed a delicate, jade-white ankle, which was immediately enclosed by a man's hand and hidden beneath the wide sleeve of a dark blue robe.

The woman seemed to be wearing a married woman's hairstyle.

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News of Chu Liangping's death came back from Jiangnan, and Tang Yang became a widow.

She didn't fear the gossip. She soon accepted her childhood friend's proposal and was about to marry again.

The day she moved out of the Chu residence, snow fell heavily.

The crown prince's boots crushed the fresh snow as he stopped Tang Yang's carriage. In full view of everyone, he lifted the curtain and bent to climb inside.

He had been born crown prince, already supremely noble.

Now that his identity was restored and all his disguises cast aside, his noble air and pride were even more apparent.

The crown prince said nothing. He bent toward her and gently brushed her face with his cold hand.

Tang Yang couldn't help turning her head slightly. Her cheek touched the fur cloak he wore. The snowflakes on it had melted, but it was still cold.

"Only a false identity has died." Only then did the crown prince speak. He gripped Tang Yang's chin and stared into her eyes, asking slowly, each word distinct:

"I'm still alive and well, and you already want to marry again?"

[Quiet, honest married woman x proud, noble crown prince]

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