I Guess We’ll Have to Get Married

Shu Qianzhu wakes up with no memories, wearing a fiery red wedding dress and sitting in a room. She vaguely remembers that she got married not long ago, to a warlord who commands an army. The servants around her call her Madam Marquis.

Not long after, a young man returns from outside the residence. He wears silver armor, and is handsome and elegant, like a jade branch in bloom.

His subordinates come forward to report and call him "Marquis."

Shu Qianzhu has no memory of the man at all. Meeting his gaze, she feels awkward and thinks she should at least try not to make things too embarrassing, so she smiles and calls him "husband."

He looks at her with a slightly complicated expression: ...

Shu Qianzhu quickly accepts her new identity.

By day, she visits her husband's military camp to inspect their troops, leaf through military treatises, and look into their grain supplies.

At night, she goes to her husband to sleep with him.

But why does her husband keep rejecting her? Never mind.

She's already seen him naked, and they've done everything except sleep together.

His physique, his looks, and his proud, cold personality all meet her exacting standards.

He really does make a person want to conquer him.

But the servants are starting to look at her strangely...

Everything unfolds just as Shu Qianzhu imagined. Her husband is young and handsome, his army is thriving, and the situation on the battlefield is growing clearer by the day.

Even the proudest man will bow his head sooner or later under her advances.

The servants only see the Marquis arguing with a woman, who storms off.

Their Marquis has always been the darling of heaven, surrounded by admirers. Yet here he is, face cold, head bowed as he goes to coax her.

That very night, the curtains fall and the candlelight flickers. In the midst of the room's sensual haze...

Someone rushes in to report that the enemy's Marquis has sent an arrow-letter to the residence.

Helan Ying throws on a robe, gets out of bed, and unfolds the letter.

It reads:

"Helan, you little thief! The grudge of stealing my wife is irreconcilable!"

"My beloved wife, I miss you terribly. Are you well under the control of that Helan bandit? It was my fault for failing to protect you. One day, I will take that little thief's head and bring you home, so you need never suffer such humiliation again!"

Shu Qianzhu: ?

At last, she remembers. She is another warlord's wife.

The realm is in turmoil. While she was traveling to cement an alliance by marriage, a traitor in her household laid a trap for her party, which was then attacked by bandits. She escaped alone, fell down a slope, and was rescued by Helan Ying, who happened to be passing by with his troops.

As the dynasty crumbles, warlords rise everywhere. Helan Ying is one of them, a young man who commands the Guanzhong region and is among the sharpest swords in this chaotic age.

Once the truth comes out, Shu Qianzhu leaves that very night, leaving behind a letter condemning Helan Ying for keeping her in the dark and calling him utterly despicable.

Before long, the whole realm knows that the day after the younger daughter of the Shu family left, Helan Ying rode a thousand miles to pursue his enemy's wife.

Helan Ying:

Before: I have no interest in other men's wives. I will never fall for my enemy's wife. The realm is unsettled, bandits are everywhere, and this is no time to start a family.

Later: An enemy's wife is an enemy's wife. She absolutely cannot become my wife. If she becomes my wife, I can no longer look her straight in the eyes. If she becomes my wife, we'll only be able to curl up under the covers at night and sink into a bed of desire and love. So another man's wife can only be my wife. Oh, no, I mean, my wife can only be another man's wife... Sorry, I mean... another man's wife...

Now: I think it's time to get ready for the wedding.

1. A haughty young lady who's sweet on the outside and cunning underneath × a dashing young warlord

2. The final line is adapted from another work.

Theme: People should face their own feelings.