The Feisty Bride and Her Little Husband

How did I end up in this inexplicable ancient world????

Not only have I been separated from my only beloved sister, but thanks to one of my kindhearted impulses, I've become a substitute bride?

I can only blame myself for not burning enough incense. But just look at this useless, spineless “husband” of mine!

Is Heaven punishing me for being domineering and overbearing all the time?

No. I swear I'll turn over a new leaf, mend my ways, and become a better person.

I only ask Heaven to give me back my sister, and at least find me a heroic husband.

One as handsome, valiant, and skilled in martial arts as that cool guy, at least.

But why does my pathetic little husband seem more and more adorable the longer I look at him?

Oh, no. I'm a modern girl from the twenty-first century, after all.

There's no way I'd fall for this old-fashioned, ridiculously filial little husband.

Where did this dangerous, feisty girl come from?

My wife? And a fake one at that? She's far too willful.

Every few days, she gives poor me a thorough beating.

Why isn't she following the Three Obediences and Four Virtues everyone talks about?

She even makes me secretly rescue her again and again from the trouble she gets herself into.

She leaves me stuck between my traditional family and her strange, unconventional ideas, like a poor scapegoat.

And I have to put up with my jealousy as she drools over the hero of her dreams.

Please, shouldn't you pay a little attention to your husband?

It's true I'm a pretty useless trophy husband.

But what husband could stand by while his beloved wife has an affair?

Even if the other side of the wall is still my own territory...

Well, it looks like I really have to change my cowardly image before she gets as far as writing me a divorce letter.