My Husband Pretended to Be a Frail Scholar, but Got Found Out

[Gentle, delicate heroine x Pretentious, scheming hero]

The land descended into chaos, and Ming Yanshu left the capital to seek refuge with her future husband.

Her future husband was gentle and refined, as bright and pure as the moon after rain. The day she met him, he stood beneath a tree in white, holding a book.

A breeze swept past, lifting his sleeves. He raised his eyes, looking like an immortal descended from heaven.

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But when she saw him again, he was holding a sword, his eyes cold as stars, his whole body radiating murderous intent.

When he saw Ming Yanshu, he smiled faintly and quickly dropped his sword. "Your Highness, at last, I've been waiting for you."

Ming Yanshu: "..."

Who is this? Don't come any closer!!!

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Su Jinyan grew up roughing it in military camps. He'd do anything to climb the ranks, and everyone thought he would seize military power and unify the land in chaos.

Then, halfway through, he changed his mind. To marry the Princess of Prince Hui's household, he went off to pretend to be a scholar and take the imperial examinations.

Everyone: ???

But before he could marry her, his true nature was exposed.

Well, so what if it was exposed? Otherwise, he'd have no chance to get handsy, no, to get closer to the woman he loved.

One couple, both virgins, a sweet little romance.

Pre-release: Mistook My Uncle for My Husband After Going Blind. A stockpile of chapters is ready; it will launch at the end of the year.

Tang Zhenyu lost her sight. Born into a merchant family, she married up into an earl's household and became the Third Madam.

After the wedding, she vaguely felt that her husband was different from the man she remembered.

Everyone said he was gentle and considerate, but this man was clearly cold and sharp-tongued.

Everyone said he was slim and charming, but beneath his clothes, the man's muscles were taut and burning, as if he had endless strength.

Tang Zhenyu tried her best to please her husband, but she couldn't make sense of his hot-and-cold attitude and nearly gave up.

Until the day her eyes were healed.

Inside the cramped bed curtains, the two pressed skin to skin, sticky with heat.

Tang Zhenyu stared blankly at the man she had her arms wrapped around.

The handsome man's phoenix eyes were deep, and red marks she'd left in her excitement still showed on his neck.

This was clearly her husband's younger brother, her own brother-in-law.

Tang Zhenyu's mind went blank.

And just then, her real husband finally came home.

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Zhao Huaiyan married his missing elder brother's bride to advance his own prospects. He had never once regarded this merchant's daughter as important.

No matter how thoroughly she was fooled or how kind she was to him, he couldn't care less.

Until his brother returned home, having miraculously survived. Hearing her say sweetly to him, "I almost regretted marrying into this family. Thank goodness you're back."

Zhao Huaiyan fed the pastries he'd bought from far away, knowing she loved them, to the dog.

In the daytime, his brother hit the target in archery. She praised him once, and Zhao Huaiyan immediately raised his bow and shot straight through the target.

At night, he pinned her against the door, their fingers interlocked and gazes entangled. His cold phoenix eyes burned with obsessive madness as he suddenly spoke softly:

"Tell me, how is he better than me?"

Her husband's voice sounded outside the door. With only a wall between them, Tang Zhenyu's cheeks were still damp with sweat, and fear chilled her to the bone.

Unable to push the man in front of her away, she grew redder and redder, covering her mouth tightly as he forced her to compare the two of them.

She didn't want to keep living in fear, caught between two men. At last, when the man became engaged, Tang Zhenyu could take no more and ran away.

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The little widow at the end of the street is going to marry her childhood sweetheart, whom she hasn't seen in years.

As snow fell thickly, the powerful and stunningly handsome Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard stood outside her door, night after night.

At last, Tang Zhenyu opened the door, her words more piercing than ice and snow. "I'm getting married. Didn't you know?"

Just as expected, Zhao Huaiyan was struck dumb, utterly devastated.

His face pale, he looked at the woman he loved, who remained unmoved, and spoke with difficulty:

"Yuniang, don't marry someone else."

"...Please."

His gaze lowered, unable to bear it, yet a faint glint seemed to flicker in his eyes.

He knew.

He was the one who had traveled a thousand miles through every hardship to chase her down and bring her home as his wife.

One couple.

Theme: Live happily.