The Heir's Male Wife

A handsome, flirtatious, domineering pursuer X a sturdy, mild-mannered recipient who's easily embarrassed

[Handsome pursuer vs. sturdy recipient]

Good news: The heir of Prince Qingyuan, once the talk of the capital in his youth, has married.

Bad news: He's married another man.

The heir had a bright future ahead of him, but was tricked into taking a male wife.

Under the laws of the Great Xia Dynasty, anyone who took a male wife was barred from serving as a court official.

The heir was an exceptionally talented young man, skilled in both letters and arms, handsome and accomplished. It was a shame he'd married a man, and everyone lamented his fate.

Zhao Hengce was an unloved concubine-born son of the Wei Military Governor's residence. He'd grown up doing nothing but playing with blades and sticks, with no learning to speak of. He was also plain-looking. After he married the heir, everyone said a lump of dung had sullied a beautiful flower, and they all scorned him.

Before the wedding, the heir even told the prince, “Hmph, I'll marry him, but after the wedding night, you can't interfere in what happens in my bedroom. All you care about is the outcome. I'll treat him as a decoration.”

For the few days after their wedding night, the two lived without any interaction, confirming the rumors circulating through the city: the heir really did hate his male wife.

But no one knew that the heir had chosen his male wife himself, and that after their wedding night, he'd acquired a taste for him and couldn't stop.

But the heir didn't want to eat his words, and he wanted his male wife too, so he made a rule: he would sleep in the main bedroom only on the night of the full moon each month.

This rule was a hardship for Zhao Hengce… Why was it a hardship for him? That wasn't something he could tell anyone.

Zhao Hengce had always been the sort to accept whatever came his way, so he could only console himself: Fine, fine. He'd just have to put up with it.

He put up with it for a whole year.

One day, Zhao Hengce finally couldn't take it anymore. The next morning, as the heir was getting dressed, he quietly said, “Could you stay with Concubine Sun from now on? It doesn't matter if you don't come to my room.”

The heir paused while getting dressed, then gave a mocking laugh. “What? Did I marry you just to keep you as a decoration? You don't even want to fulfill your marital duty on the one night a month we're supposed to?”

Zhao Hengce sighed to himself. “Forget I said anything.”

The heir drawled, “Too late. I heard you. Given your attitude, I have no choice but to come every day and teach you.”

Zhao Hengce's mind went blank. Every day? Teach him what?

He regretted opening his mouth.

But just as the heir said, it was too late.

Every day meant every day. Miss even one, and it wouldn't be every day.

The pursuer is three years younger.

Theme: Don't say one thing and mean another