The Bandit Couple's History of Building Their Home

"Hey, have you heard?"

"The bandit queen on that mountain has someone!"

In the market street, an old man in the crowd furrowed his brow, deep lines creasing his forehead as he pointed toward a mountain. The great black banner of Black Mountain Stronghold fluttered high on its summit.

Speaking in a thick northwestern accent, he exclaimed, "You mean... Black Wind Stronghold?!"

Shen Rumo wakes up after passing out, only to find himself tied up in a bandit den.

A bandit plants his hands on his hips and asks, "Can you farm?"

Shen Rumo: "..." He shakes his head.

The bandit folds his arms and frowns. "Then... can you do laundry and cook?"

Shen Rumo: "..." He thinks for a moment, then shakes his head.

The bandit stares at him in shock. "What can you do, then?"

Shen Rumo looks up and tentatively replies, "Make tea?"

The people of Black Mountain Stronghold, secretly watching from behind the door, collapse in a heap. Can this pretty boy, who looks like a prince from the capital, really keep their boss in line and serve as her husband?

Inside the main hall of Black Mountain Stronghold, Zhao Qingzhu holds up a notice, looking solemn and serious, her brow tightly furrowed.

Her aunt, standing beside her, lowers her head to read the paper and murmurs, "The she-devil of Black Wind Stronghold has found someone. The respectable men at the foot of the mountain need no longer live in fear. To celebrate, I have composed a poem..."

After a long pause, Zhao Qingzhu gives her review: "First of all, we're called Black Mountain Stronghold, not Black Wind Stronghold."

Her aunt: "...Could you focus on the important part?"

Zhao Qingzhu sits cross-legged behind her desk, concentrating on her calligraphy.

A maid chats with Shen Rumo beside her. "Our chief likes men who are both scholarly and skilled in combat."

"They can wield swords and spears when needed, and pick up a brush when the fighting's done." The maid's eyes light up. "Ah, just like that man in the capital, Prince Jing."

Shen Rumo raises an eyebrow, his tone turning slightly unfriendly. "Prince Jing is a man of low standing, and was thrown into the death cell for the offense of showing disrespect at Xuanwu Gate."

Hearing this, Zhao Qingzhu looks up and calmly says, "If someone wants to pin a crime on you, they can always find one. A hero's worth isn't determined by his birth. If it weren't for Prince Jing, the Liang dynasty would have long been ruined by those noble families who do nothing but prey on the people."

Shen Rumo lowers his eyes, sounding ashamed. "I was ignorant."

Zhao Qingzhu smiles faintly and shakes her head. "How could you bookish scholars understand Prince Jing?"

Little does she know that the upright, versatile Prince Jing she speaks so highly of is actually the humble servant at her side, pretending to be a fool while hiding his true nature.

Shen Rumo returns from the battlefield, his grim, icy aura set aside, blood still fresh on his lips from swearing an oath. Behind him are the imposing iron cavalry of Xiliang, clad in iron armor and wielding silver blades. Before him stands Zhao Qingzhu in red, her expression cold.

Shen Rumo's eyes redden. In a hoarse voice, he pleads, "I won't deceive you again. Don't leave me. Come back to the Central Plains with me."

Zhao Qingzhu remains unmoved, her cold face stunningly beautiful and bewitching. She says, each word clear, "Fine. Then trade me the realm of your Liang dynasty."

The Crown Prince: a refined gentleman on the surface, but actually a scheming, patient big bad wolf VS the female bandit chief: beautiful and domineering on the outside, but actually shy and easy to push down

A fallen prince x a general's daughter, once a criminal of the previous dynasty

A realm in chaos, war fires blazing across the land. Watch this bandit couple join hands to conquer the world!

*The dynasty is fictional, with many original historical details.

Theme: Men and women working together makes the work feel easy.