A sugary little story that requires no brainpower
Told in third person
My mother was the first female general of our dynasty, and for her role in helping the emperor win the throne, she was granted the title of Marquis of Xiang.
Back in those days, my mother's admirers could have formed a line from Qi to Nanrong.
The emperor, the chancellor next door, a prince from an enemy nation... They had all pursued my mother.
But in the end, none of them won.
My mother chose my father.
A sickly, illegitimate son of a county magistrate.
There was no other reason. There wasn't another man in the world as weak and easy to bully as my father.
My mother felt sorry for him, so she married him and brought him into her household.
After they married, they were perfectly in harmony and had a son and two daughters.
My elder brother inherited my mother's skills. He can wield his Blazing Cloud Spear with tremendous force, beating his subordinates until they're crying for their mothers, then turning around to whimper at my princess sister-in-law and point to a wound that will heal in seconds, begging her to make it stop hurting.
My elder sister married into the Eastern Palace and kept the Crown Prince wrapped around her little finger. He willingly dismissed all the beauties in his harem and promised that she would be the only woman in his life.
But I'm different. I'm frail, and I'm slow-witted, too.
My father sighed at my dullness. "Yanyan, if you could learn even half of what I know, you'd have your pick of every eligible man in the capital. What a pity... Sigh..."
When my mother came in, he immediately put on a cheerful face and turned slightly to show off his finely sculpted profile.
He smiled. "You're back, my dear. Shall we eat first, or would you rather bathe?"
Seeing this, my mother took his hand. "You're not in good health. Let the servants handle these things. Why put yourself to trouble?"
My father's eyes crinkled with a smile. "Worrying over you is a husband's duty."
As I was about to leave, my father called after me. "Yanyan, I've found you a match."
Me: ?
For once, my father left my mother alone and tapped my forehead. "You're not very skilled, and it isn't easy to find someone as dim-witted as you. The two of you are a perfect match."
Me: ...What kind of father says that?!
I first met Pei Qingji at a banquet.
The Minister of Rites' daughter resented how many admirers I had and wanted to frame me for pushing her into the lake.
I'd stopped using such a clumsy trick when I was seven or eight.
I leaned to the side, ready to fall into the lake before she could.
A pair of warm hands caught me around the waist.
I opened my eyes in confusion and met a pair of eyes bright as stars.
Theme: Believe in love, and you'll meet the right person
