900 Days After Becoming the Regent's Trial Husband

[Main story is told in third person]

The regent, who held power over the entire court, was getting married. His bride was the emperor's most beloved sixteenth prince.

I was the Sixteenth Prince's pageboy. Five days before the wedding, I was sent to the regent's residence to serve as the prince's trial groom.

After a night of passionate lovemaking, my eyes reddened with tears and my legs trembled as I diligently recorded everything in my little notebook:

The regent's looks: very handsome.

The regent's physique: very nice to touch.

The regent's stamina: I can't remember much. I spent hardly any of the night conscious.

On the fourth day after becoming the regent's trial groom, the Sixteenth Prince eloped with the man he loved.

The wedding was called off. I'd gone through the whole trial marriage for nothing.

To compensate the regent, the emperor gave him vast fields of fertile land. To compensate me, the emperor gave me one hundred taels of gold and told me to go do whatever I wanted.

I was sensible enough to leave the capital and run as far away as I could, so I wouldn't keep embarrassing the emperor.

On the fortieth day after becoming the regent's trial groom, I realized something was wrong with my stomach.

On the hundredth day after becoming the regent's trial groom, the regent's men found me. Pregnant with his child, I bought a standing-room ticket and fled in the dead of night.

On the nine hundredth day after becoming the regent's trial groom, I returned to the capital with my child.

On the thousandth day after becoming the regent's trial groom, I became the regent's consort.

A sweet, adorable beauty who is strong and brave x a brooding, suspicious, unconventional scum gong who becomes a devoted puppy later

1v1, happy ending

! They are each other's only partners, physically and emotionally, but this isn't a purely sweet story. It's more bittersweet. They like each other, but misunderstandings keep cropping up for all sorts of reasons, and each thinks the other doesn't like them. That's the general idea.

! This isn't a political intrigue novel, but it isn't purely romance-focused either. There's some plot, though not a lot, and it isn't complicated. The plot mainly serves the romance.

! Mild hzc. By "unconventional scum gong," I mean the gong doesn't hurt the shou out of malice, womanizing, or other intentional reasons. He has his own misunderstandings and character flaws. Though he likes the shou, he often fails to express himself, but he has never deliberately tried to hurt him.

! They both misunderstand each other and neither says what they mean. This isn't a purely sweet story, okay? It's not purely sweet!! It's not!!

[Please follow my upcoming novel] An Urgent, High-Paying Request for a Mute Potion

Man Xinghe (shou): Aloof beauty at work, sharp-tongued king after hours, born single, never initiates, never rejects, never takes responsibility, specializes in dealing with suckers

Yuan Ye (gong): Professional overthinker, hopeless fool whose secret crush backfires, shattered idealization, searching for his lost white moonlight, offering big money for a mute potion, worships him from the sky and kneels before him on the ground

#Whoever falls first is a dog

#Also known as The Aloof Beauty Scam, Why Your White Moonlight Belongs Only in Your Memories, and Don't Fall for an Aloof Beauty, It'll Make You Miserable

Man Xinghe: I'm a restorer of cultural relics. Cool and refined at work, sharp-tongued after hours, and single since birth. My life goal is simple: marry a pretty wife and live a peaceful life.

Then a form-filling mistake made the System force a six-foot-three man who flies helicopters on me.

He said it was love at first sight. He said he'd waited three years to finally win me over. He said I was his aloof beauty.

I said, "Are you sure? Because I can open my mouth and talk."

Yuan Ye: I'm a helicopter pilot. I spent two years waiting in the assignment pool just for that one person.

Three years ago, I caught a fleeting glimpse of him in the cultural relics restoration room. He was as quiet as an ink painting, and I've remembered him for three whole years.

Three years later, I finally managed to win him over.

I was overjoyed. I was completely smitten.

Then he started talking.

...Where can I buy a mute potion? Urgent. Waiting for an answer online.

Man Xinghe: I'm a poor soul forced to quit and go solo after my workplace ran out of funds. My studio is in an urban village and costs 800 a month in rent. I restore family trees, touch up old paintings, and argue with clients.

He put a bank card on my shoe cabinet. The PIN was my birthday. I said I'd count it as an investment and pay him back later.

Whoever falls first is a dog. Woof.

Yuan Ye: I'm a miserable only son, sidelined by my uncle and besieged by my cousins after my chairman grandfather died.

I won every small battle, but my uncle still has more money, more people, and more connections.

My uncle has a good eye. He lent me five hundred thousand to invest in his studio.

Whoever falls first is a dog. Woof.

Theme: Give it everything you've got and leave no regrets.