After I Faked My Death, My Husband Was Buried with Me

This story was originally titled "Spring Wine from the Jar."

[The world's affairs settle like snow on a hairpin; life finds a brief refuge in spring wine from the jar.]

The Jiang family was nearly wiped out after wicked men framed them for protecting the Eastern Palace. Only Jiang Weimeng survived. When the emperor arranged her marriage, she was delighted. After the wedding, she was attentive at every turn, always trying to please her husband.

Yu Sixing loved chilled rice cakes, so she tried to learn how to make them herself.

Yu Sixing thought her manners coarse, so she gradually suppressed her wild nature and learned to behave like a proper noblewoman.

But this uncut jade was as cold as snow. No matter how hard she tried, she could not warm him.

Her heart slowly turned cold. When she unexpectedly discovered she was pregnant, Jiang Weimeng gathered her courage for one last attempt. She wanted to tell him, but outside the door she heard him say to someone, "She's nothing but a savage. How could she be fit to bear my child?"

So, after three years of marriage, he still thought of her as a savage. The precious child she had longed for was nothing more than an illegitimate brat in his eyes.

Watching Yu Sixing share an unspoken understanding with the person he loved, Jiang Weimeng suddenly understood. A nest usurped from its rightful owner must eventually be returned. Her heart turned cold, and she faked her death and fled.

Yu Sixing helped his elder brother hold on to the position of crown prince amid the princes' struggle for succession. He believed love was not meant for him. He had married the Jiang family's sole survivor only to repay a debt of gratitude.

Jiang Weimeng had grown up in Lingnan, with the rough habits of a country girl. She loved to laugh and move about, and was as noisy as the civet cat she kept. She had none of the composure expected of a noblewoman, and Yu Sixing would always frown whenever he saw her.

He never thought she would die.

Cold and silent, she would never open her eyes again. Holding her body in the heavy snow, he felt as though a piece of his heart had gone missing.

After Jiang Weimeng died, Yu Sixing suffered nightmares every night.

For the next three years, he could not forget the sight of her spitting blood in his arms. She clung to her last breath and took his hand, guiding it to her belly. Beneath his palm was a rounded swell that even her winter clothes could not conceal.

He tried summoning her spirit time and again, but she was still too miserly to visit him in his dreams.

Yu Sixing lay beside her coffin, rubbing its slightly gleaming corner as he thought, little by little, that perhaps she hated him too much to appear before him even in a dream.

Amid the lingering mists and rain of Jiangnan, Yu Sixing arrived with his sword. He had come to investigate a vassal king's rebellion. When he was wounded in an assassination attempt, a three-year-old child took him home.

The child claimed to be a physician's daughter. When he woke, she solemnly relayed the physician's diagnosis: his heart meridians were damaged, he was often troubled by nightmares and hallucinations, and prolonged anguish had made him ill. He would not live much longer.

The physician's diagnosis was accurate. Yu Sixing said little, left a payment, and departed.

He never expected to see the physician after she removed her veil. She had exactly the same face as his wife. She gently rocked the child in her arms, just as she had in the scene he had experienced countless times in his dreams.

But the man sharing this family of four's domestic bliss was not him.

Yu Sixing clenched his teeth, staring at the face that was now calmly looking back at him, though she had once been dead.

They had worshipped heaven and earth together while alive, and his memorial tablet had been buried in the earth alongside her coffin. If so, they were meant to be husband and wife. Why should someone else take his place?

A lofty, aloof male lead and a resilient female lead. Click to see the medical miracles the male lead experiences after losing his wife.

The author is a complete melodrama enthusiast. Faked death, chasing his wife to the crematorium, and running away while pregnant. Not a long story: melodrama and fresh drama served up for 180 days.

1. This is a melodramatic story, a melodramatic story, a melodramatic story. I'll say it three times for emphasis!

2. There are scenes of both the female and male leads suffering. The tags, including "getting back together after a breakup" and "chasing love to the crematorium," should give you a general idea.

3. Personal attacks are prohibited. You can discuss the plot, but I will delete any comments making sweeping judgments like "Does the author write this because they're XXX?" or "How could readers like this kind of XXX?" or accusing the author of "loving men" or "hating women."

Theme: Love yourself, and you'll have the strength to love others.