The Crown Prince's Tearful Bride

Meng Mingyu, the youngest son of the Prince of the Southwest, was doted on by his parents and older brothers from childhood and grew up spoiled and utterly unruly.

Until the court, seeking to keep the vassal princes in check, arranged his marriage to the Crown Prince by imperial decree.

The imperial capital was a treacherous place. Meng Mingyu had been spoiled by his family and knew nothing but food, drink, and fun. He had no political savvy, and everyone was worried for him, but an imperial decree could not be disobeyed.

The carriage jolted along the road until Meng Mingyu's butt was about to fall apart. He wanted to cry, but held it in.

Meng Mingyu had always run wild in the southern borderlands. On entering the capital, he was faced with endless formalities. He endured them!

Everyone in the capital had their own schemes, and someone even tried to poison him. He kept enduring!

Rumor had it that the Crown Prince was cruel and sinister, and killed without batting an eye. The noblewoman who had been engaged to him before had died without even setting foot inside his residence.

It was fine, it was fine. The son of the mighty Prince of the Southwest had nothing to fear...

On their wedding night, the Crown Prince stood before him with a grim expression and an imposing, fierce presence that could stop a child from crying.

Overwhelmed by the majesty of the royal family, Meng Mingyu curled up in a corner of the bed... and couldn't hold it in any longer.

He was terrified!

Meng Mingyu sobbed so hard he could barely breathe. "I don't want to consummate the marriage. Don't come over here. Don't bully me..."

Crown Prince Fu Yanwei had been a master strategist since childhood, fighting his way through the capital step by step. He was now only one step away from the throne.

Faced with this marriage, Fu Yanwei thought that this young lord had a special status, a face capable of bringing ruin to a kingdom, and came from the southern borderlands, where people were skilled in poison magic. He would have to be on his guard.

After living with Meng Mingyu for a month, Fu Yanwei thought, The southerner's always wearing a cold, sinister expression. He must be plotting to use poison magic on me.

Two months later, Fu Yanwei thought, Why has the southerner changed tactics? He cries and begs me every day to let down my guard. How devious!

Three months later, the southerner used witchcraft to treat his old eye injury, then softly said, "Pain, pain, fly away." Fu Yanwei thought, This man is brilliant but plays the fool.

Six months later, Fu Yanwei thought, This man really is... a fool.

A year later, Fu Yanwei looked at Meng Mingyu, who was tugging on his sleeve and insisting that he accompany him to Wangyue Tower for pork knuckles. He mused, "Who on earth spoiled you rotten like this?"

After Meng Mingyu went to the capital, his family was worried sick. They sent word that if the Crown Prince mistreated him too badly, Meng Mingyu should return to the southern borderlands.

When Meng Mingyu heard this, he was lounging in the waterfall-cooled summer room the Crown Prince had built at great expense, eating grapes sent as tribute while the imperial chefs prepared his favorite dishes.

Ah, there were so many more dishes in the capital than in the southern borderlands.

Meng Mingyu said softly, "I-I suppose I don't have to go back..."

"... ?"

Fu Yanwei was wonderful in every way.

There was just one thing...

Fu Yanwei raised an eyebrow. "Mingyu, you're not feeling well and shouldn't eat sweets, but you snuck a candied hawthorn skewer this morning?"

"...Mm."

"I told you, one candied hawthorn skewer, one time."

He really couldn't take it anymore. Meng Mingyu wept, saying he couldn't eat any more candied hawthorn skewers, but the tyrant behind him pressed him down in one swift motion.

"Be good, Mingyu. Move."

*Suspicious and possessive, but addicted to attention, a ruthless daddy-type love interest x a pretty, but silly crybaby protagonist

Theme: Sincerity for sincerity.