The Third Year of Perfect Harmony

Noblewoman x Warlord | Marriage First, Love Later (The original premise has been changed. If that bothers you, please skip it.)

The realm is in chaos, warlords rise across the land, and all fight to rule the Central Plains.

Cui Yunshu is the daughter of a Grand Pillar of State, with the prestigious Xingyang Zheng clan as her maternal family. Born into privilege and blessed with a radiant beauty, she is the most sought-after noblewoman in the Great Qin.

Never in her wildest dreams did Cui Yunshu imagine that she'd be married off to a lowborn, boorish warrior with a reckless manner!

The "warrior," Wei Yin, made a name for himself at a young age and has amassed a record of glorious military victories. He commands hundreds of thousands of troops in the north of the Yangtze. Ever since he rode alone into battle at nineteen and took the head of the King of Beiliang, no one has dared look down on this young man of humble birth.

After they marry, the two appear to be a harmonious couple, perfectly in tune with each other.

Only Cui Yunshu and Wei Yin know that they can't stand one another. She can't tolerate his cold, taciturn nature, his brute strength, and his lack of romance. He can't stand her delicate, pampered ways, and sneers at her refined tastes.

In the third year of pretending to be in love, Cui Yunshu has a dream.

In the dream, war rages across the land. Their son becomes sinister and terrifying, a bloodthirsty usurper reviled by all. Their daughter is separated from them as a child and seized by a captor, leaving her body and spirit broken. And Cui Yunshu herself drives a dagger into Wei Yin's chest...

Waking from the nightmare, Cui Yunshu clutches her belly, eyes red, and slaps the person beside her awake.

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The third year of their harmonious marriage.

A mountain temple is veiled in mist and rain, and the evening drum sounds.

Amid the faint notes of Buddhist chants, Wei Yin sees a figure.

A sandalwood prayer bead bracelet hangs from her delicate arm, wrapped in sheer gauze. A fiery red jade pendant dangles from her full, pale wrist. Her face is lovely, her dark hair spills over her shoulders, and she casts him a glance from afar.

Wei Yin slowly rubs his knuckles, his eyes darkening for a moment.

And with that one glance, Cui Yunshu suddenly remembers:

She used to admire him, too.

If they tidy things up, they can still make this marriage work.

Theme: Trusting each other and growing together