[Gentle, Beautiful Top (Shen Fu) x Powerful, Cold Bottom (Gu Cuo)]
After passing the imperial examination, Shen Fu spent six years as an inconspicuous document clerk at the Hanlin Academy.
He punched in on time, never worked overtime, worked five days and rested one, and never had to scheme against anyone.
Then one day, Gu Cuo, Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, committed an offense that should have earned him the death penalty. The emperor showed mercy and granted him in marriage to Shen Fu as his husband.
According to the rumors, Gu Cuo had served as commander for six years. He was ruthless, infamous, and fierce-looking, with bulging muscles and a long blade that had taken countless lives.
On their wedding day, a huge procession of Embroidered Uniform Guards carried a red bridal sedan chair to the Shen residence.
It looked nothing like a wedding procession. It looked like they had come to... wipe out the whole family.
During the wedding ceremony, Gu Cuo tried to look less terrifying and flashed a polite smile at the two people seated above them.
He had no idea that he smiled the same way at prisoners on the brink of death in the imperial prison.
The two people promptly toppled over.
Shen Fu: Weak and helpless. I don't dare move...
In Gu Cuo's eyes, Shen Fu was a frail scholar, as gentle as a clear breeze and elegant as a bright moon.
Until Shen Fu single-handedly routed an army of six hundred thousand rebels, saved the people from disaster, and became the emperor's teacher.
Later, Gu Cuo found himself pinned beneath Shen Fu. Shen Fu's long, pale fingers clasped Gu Cuo's tanned palm as he spoke with his usual soft voice and faint smile.
"I never expected the commander's waist to be so slender..."
Shen Fu was thin and prone to illness, and Gu Cuo didn't want to hurt him, so he lowered his guard. "Since I've married you, go ahead."
One night of intimacy, their closeness beyond words, their temples and hair entwined.
Perhaps the window hadn't been shut properly, or perhaps they had sweated too much. When Gu Cuo woke, Shen Fu, cradled in his arms, had a burning forehead and icy limbs. He had caught a chill.
So the commander silently supported his aching, numb waist, fetched medicine and cooked congee, all while reflecting that next time, he should shut the window first.
Theme: My heart is clear and bright. What more is there to say?
