Ever since retiring from military service, Huo Yu'an had lived in a small village as a hunter and farmer. His days were quiet and ordinary, spent working the fields or heading into the mountains to hunt for game.
Until he found a rather strange, injured young woman.
The injured woman had a face as fair as jade, stunning beauty, and a tall, elegant figure. She grabbed his hand and rasped out one word, "Save me," before passing out.
When the woman awoke, she slowly made her way out of the house, despite her injuries.
Then she froze at the sight of Huo Yu'an, bare-chested as he worked in the fields.
The heavily scarred man was naked from the waist up, with a narrow waist and broad shoulders. Tall and handsome, his back was smoothly muscled, and a sexy line ran down his abdomen, making him almost unbearably alluring. His well-defined muscles glistened with fine beads of sweat under the scorching sun, and his full, honey-colored pecs looked as if they had been brushed with honey.
The woman turned bright red and hurriedly looked away, her voice trembling until her words came out unclear.
"Y-you, you... You, sir!"
He thought he had offended her and was about to apologize, but she suddenly raised her voice and accused him of violating the Three Obediences and Four Virtues.
"How shameless of you, exposing your upper body in front of a woman! Do you know what the Three Obediences and Four Virtues and the Admonitions for Men say?! If word gets out, you'll be caged and drowned like a pig!"
"Could it be that you know who I am, and deliberately showed me your body in this shameless way so I would take your innocence?!"
"This is utterly, utterly improper!"
The woman was furious and mortified.
Huo Yu'an paused, completely at a loss. He looked up and saw her tamping down her embarrassment. Then, as if resigning herself, she pressed her lips together and sighed.
"All the same, I've seen your body and taken your innocence... Fine. I'll take responsibility."
She glanced at Huo Yu'an. He was handsome, but there was a scar at the corner of his mouth and a long cross-shaped scar on his profile. She frowned.
"I'll marry you, but you'll have to be my junior consort."
Huo Yu'an: ...?
He scratched his head in bewilderment, thinking the woman might have hurt her head.
The woman was as strong as an ox, well versed in both literature and martial arts, and could carry a wild boar twice her size or hunt the wolf king everyone feared.
She tossed a giant wild boar down in front of Huo Yu'an. Looking at his scars and the calluses he'd acquired from working the fields, she solemnly declared that no matter how hard life became, she would never let her husband hunt or work the fields. For a moment, her breathtaking beauty seemed to command the world.
"I'll provide for you."
She hung an ornament carved from wolf fangs, bearing her prince's residence crest, from his belt. Stroking the scar on his face, she said with pursed lips, "With this, no one will dare bully you again..."
Then the woman suddenly realized that this was a world turned upside down. Stiff as a board, she looked at the man beside her, whom she had been pampering like a big dog.
She sighed softly. So be it. She'd keep taking care of him.
Huo Yu'an thought the woman was strange, but he loved being with her.
He pressed her hand to his full chest, where his heart beat steadily beneath his skin, and gave her a faint smile, wanting to tell her how much he loved her.
But the woman only frowned, keeping her hand on his full pecs. She pressed her lips together and squeezed so hard that he couldn't help letting out a muffled groan. "You're trying to seduce me before we're married?"
"Fine. Even in a world turned upside down, you're still going to be the one underneath."
Huo Yu'an: ...?
The woman really was strange.
After the woman took her husband from the other world back to her own...
People always imagined that keeping a beauty in a golden house meant a splendid mansion filled with gorgeous women.
But the Yong'an Prince's version of keeping a beauty in a golden house was nothing like that.
They say the Prince of Yong'an's consort is tall and ugly, looks like the King of Hell, is covered in terrifying scars, and has dark, honey-colored skin. There's nothing about him that could be called delicate or pretty.
The Prince of Yong'an had kept a beauty in a golden house, yet she'd neither hidden away a beauty nor built a golden house.
Instead, she'd somehow carved out several acres of farmland and built a few little cottages right in the middle of the glittering prince's residence, where she kept her consort.
What a strange arrangement.
The woman coldly watched as people gossiped about the Prince of Yong'an's peculiar version of keeping a beauty in a golden house. Holding the husband she'd brought back with her, she asked, "So what?"
Hah.
Her husband had a broad chest and shapely backside, and he was gentle-tempered. It was a blessing they could never hope to envy. They couldn't appreciate good things and had the nerve to gossip? She'd have their heads chopped off, every last one of them.
For the first half of his life, Huo Yu'an had been constantly on the battlefield. The young general was a man of elegance and bearing, his fame as an armored warrior shaking the world.
In his youth, he too had ridden out in fine clothes on a spirited horse, believing his life would be tumultuous and that his name would be recorded in the history books.
Then came the final battle. A million soldiers were buried in the northwest. He stared at the endless graves, bewildered. His subordinates had been alive just days ago, but now only desolate tombstones remained, silent and still.
He knew those desolate graves had no end, and that the history books would record only one line about them: a million dead.
When the cunning hare is dead, the hound is cooked. Men wrapped in their armor are buried beneath the cold spear's ring. Bones lie unclaimed by the river as they gaze toward the road home.
After half a lifetime of slaughter on the battlefield, Huo Yu'an petitioned to leave the army. He would no longer dream of bloody battlefields or the mournful cries of those he'd lost. He laid down his armor, put his thoughts away, and began a quiet life as a farmer and hunter.
Until he met her, his girl
1. A proud, imperious princess of a matriarchal world, brimming with old-fashioned feminine charm, paired with a cold-on-the-outside, warm-on-the-inside, powerful, gentle, dark-skinned, big-chested former general who's a giant dog of a man and a devoted homemaker. Both are virgins.
2. The male lead will return with the female lead to the matriarchal world.
3. The female lead is on top. She is a powerful woman in a matriarchal society, physically strong and able to turn the male lead over and over. This is a straight romance.
4. The female lead will turn the male lead into a gentle, well-behaved big dog, though he's already a gentle big dog; he just has a cold expression.
5. The male lead has scars on his face and all over his body. He's tall and built, with the dark skin and big chest of a battle-worn man who'll satisfy certain tastes. He's not exactly a rough farmer type, but a tall, muscular, dark-skinned big dog, and still young.
6. A lighthearted, sweet everyday romance. Dumplings should be piping hot, and men should be strong and broad.
Theme: Dumplings should be piping hot, and men should be strong and broad