Yun Chuwan is the eldest lady from a scholarly family. She is quiet and reserved, and abides by etiquette.
During the Qiqiao Festival, she fell into the river to hide from her disciples. After being rescued, her disciples sang a harmony with her stepmother and forced her to marry.
She shrank into the strong chest of the man beside her, looked at her stepmother and said tremblingly: "This young master saved his daughter, and she will repay him with her life."
The stepmother readily changed her mind and agreed and forced the man to marry her because he hugged her.
Later she found out that he was Zhuang Chuan, a notorious butcher on West Street.
After Yun Wanchu and Zhuang Chuan got married, they "respected each other like ice" until an accident happened and Zhuang Chuan saved her again.
That night, she entered his room to say thank you, but saw him sitting at the Eight Immortals table writing seriously.
She approached quietly and repeated one word from beginning to end on the paper. She whispered: "Wanwan?"
Zhuang Chuan, who was concentrating, shook his hand, and a pool of ink appeared under his pen.
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Next book "His Royal Highness Wuai teases me again"
When Lan Xiang injured her leg and was in a wheelchair, her husband, Prince Yu Xiao Moyan, had made great achievements in pacifying the rebellious ministers and helping the crown prince ascend the throne.
Everyone said she was pitiful. She had been married to Xiao Moyan for four years and had nothing to do. Now she is disabled and should be abandoned.
Unexpectedly, in April of the second year after the new emperor ascended the throne, the spring breeze was pleasant, and the high-ranking Xiao Moyan bravely retired and took his wife Lan Xiang to live in seclusion.
In their new home, Xiao Mansion, Lan Xiang and Xiao Moyan were not familiar with each other outside of the bed and had no conversation. She knew that he was disabled and an eyesore, so she tried to avoid him as much as possible.
Unfortunately, the place was too small, so the two of them could not see each other when they looked up.
The weather was sunny. She was quietly watching the ripe yellow loquat fruits on the high branches in the distance in the shadow of the eaves. Xiao Moyan silently picked her up and let her pick the fruits in the breeze.
On a rainy day, the secret guard wanted to give an umbrella to Xiao Moyan who was outside. She accidentally got the oil-paper umbrella she used to practice hand-laying.
The cold and indifferent man returned home holding an oil-paper umbrella that was soaked to pieces by the rain, and looked at her speechlessly while soaking wet.
She pushed the wheelchair forward shyly and wiped his narrow waist with Supa: "Your Highness, I'm sorry."
She accidentally touched something wrong, and when she stopped her hand, he suddenly pressed her wrist: "Apologise."
Xiao Moyan didn't treat her as coldly and cruelly as others. She was still young, handsome, and highly skilled in martial arts, but she didn't dare to be tempted because he was forced to marry her in the first place. To him, he was just a tool to relieve her boredom. She could only control her heart, enjoy and look forward to his sudden flirtations soberly.
Until one day, a young scholar in the village sent her home, and Xiao Moyan, who was hunting, came down from the mountain.
The scholar said respectfully to him: "Xiaosheng has met my uncle."
Xiao Moyan, whose face was covered by a bamboo hat, raised his head coldly and stared at her: "Uncle? Second Miss Lan is going to accept my rotten husband as your new father and choose another son-in-law?"
She was shocked and urged the maid to push the wheelchair after him: "I'm not, I didn't! Husband, Your Highness, please listen to my explanation!"
Xiao Moyan was really angry. He stopped picking her up when she wanted to pick flowers, stopped using his inner strength to dry her wet hair, and stopped looking at her.
The secret guards discovered that the gentle and dull princess had changed. When she saw His Highness, Prince Yu, she would become clumsy and show off.
Lan Xiang pretended to cry and pretended to be dishonest. He called out to your highness again and again in a soft voice, which finally made Xiao Moyan lose his temper.
At night, when she was "bullied" and felt aggrieved, she really hated the scholar who talked nonsense.
Xiao Moyan rubbed her sore waist with one hand and pinched her chin with the other hand to force her to look up: "Second Miss Lan, is this king the new father or the husband?"
Note: 1v1, SC, the female protagonist's legs will be better.
Intention: There is no need to fear the future, and there is no need to cry about the past.
