Our Sixth Year of Treating Each Other Like Guests

[Coming soon: "The Emperor's Beloved Beauty Mark, But She's Middle-Aged". Please add it to your collection!] After six years of marriage, Yanying and her husband treated each other with polite respect. That August would mark the beginning of their seventh year of marriage. Though Yanying felt that life had grown increasingly mundane, she thought it was still decent enough. But that very August, as their seventh year approached, a close friend from Yanying's maiden days told her that her husband's cousin, who had once nearly been engaged to him, had divorced and returned to her family. Yanying didn't think much of it. But after that, she ran into the woman at every banquet she attended, and more and more people around her seemed to be hinting that she should be wary. Yanying began to waver. At a night banquet, she saw her husband and the woman emerge together from the darkness. Yanying: "!!" So he really had feelings for her back then? Her thoughts were in turmoil. She hesitated, unsure whether she should confront him over those baseless rumors. Then, just a few days later, she opened her eyes and found herself a year in the future. Now she lay on a bed dressed in mourning clothes, while a pair of young children beside the bed cried until their eyes were red. Yanying was dazed. Before she could decide whether she was happy or sad, the matron beside her softly urged her to focus on the child in her womb and not grieve too deeply. That night, when they were alone, Yanying stopped the matron and asked, "Whose is it?" The matron: "!!" She nearly leaped out of her skin. Good heavens, what did Madam mean? Yanying remained expressionless. It was nothing more than this: remembering what had happened that night, she felt that if he really had been involved with another woman, she couldn't possibly be carrying his child. He wanted to be a deadbeat father who could just walk away? Not a chance! Just then, the door suddenly swung open. The man she thought was dead walked in, his face black as the bottom of a pot. Note: She opens her eyes again a year later. For various reasons, she accidentally forgot what happened during that year, but she'll remember it later. Coming soon: "The Emperor's Beloved Beauty Mark, But She's Middle-Aged" A new dynasty replaced the old. After a night of military turmoil, a new emperor ascended the throne. Within days, the court stabilized and the country began to flourish. At the end of that year, the assembled officials brought their wives and families to the royal palace to celebrate the new dynasty's first winter. E Xin was among them, having returned from a period of religious seclusion as a female Daoist. But everyone present knew her so-called seclusion was just an excuse to cover up a stain on her reputation. Later, during the banquet, E Xin found herself unable to hold her liquor and left early to find some peace and quiet. She never expected that her departure would bring one complication after another. -- A lecher made lewd remarks and took liberties with her. -- But that man later got beaten until his face was swollen and bruised. A twist of fate? No! In a hurried glance, E Xin saw a man she had once glimpsed in the flames when she was a second wife to another man and, in a fit of madness, set an entire mansion on fire. Of course, he was the emperor now. And of course, the two of them crossed paths again afterward, only to part ways once more in the end. Now she was no longer young, and her life was an utter mess. #He had once hoped for her, but never had her. She was the one thing he longed for and could never have, the beauty mark in the emperor's heart# Theme: The clouds part to reveal the sun; two people learn to adjust to each other.