Why did I wake up in a different place?
Yan Qiandu was completely bewildered. Before he could even react, the conversation downstairs at the restaurant caught his attention.
!!
What a stunning, cool beauty.
Yan Qiandu only reluctantly looked away after the beauty's carriage had left.
After sorting through the memories of the original owner of this body, he realized he'd transmigrated into a tragedy novel he'd just read.
The novel's protagonist was the stunning beauty he'd just seen, Qing Yuezhuo. After the state of Qing was defeated, he was sent to the state of Yan to marry into the royal family. He was both Qing's greatest beauty and its third prince.
The emperor of Yan assigned him to the original owner. After the wedding, the original owner was dissatisfied with him in every way, neglected him at every turn, and turned a blind eye as others bullied him. Qing Yuezhuo eventually built up his own power and killed his way back to Qing, slaughtering everyone who had harmed him. But a surviving enemy poisoned him, and he died on the eve of his coronation.
What a waste, to have a beautiful wife like that and not cherish him. Yan Qiandu, an older bachelor, had nothing but contempt for the original owner.
Thinking of Qing Yuezhuo's tragic fate in the original story, Yan Qiandu sighed. No matter who it was, he couldn't possibly leave his beautiful wife to suffer!
His uncle had been defeated, his mother demoted, and he had been forced into a political marriage. Sitting in the wedding carriage, Qing Yuezhuo felt his heart had turned to ash.
When he learned he would be marrying Yan's sixth prince, who was rumored to be hopelessly stupid, Qing Yuezhuo suppressed his murderous urges for the sake of returning to Qing and taking revenge. He put on a gentle, innocent front, hoping to win Yan Qiandu's trust and make it easier to carry out his plans. He never expected someone to offer him their heart so early.
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"A-Zhuo, how about I kill everyone who hurt you?"
"No need."
"Why not?" He was pouting.
Qing Yuezhuo practicedly pressed a kiss to the corner of Yan Qiandu's mouth. "I won't dirty my husband's hands. I'll do it myself."
Yan Qiandu happily handed him a broadsword.
A love-struck gong with an endlessly busy inner monologue x a cool, darkened shou who fails at being villainous and is adorable
Premise: Cherish every beautiful feeling
