The Spring Breeze Sets the Wilderness Ablaze

Marriage first, love later | Lighthearted and sweet | Newlywed life

🐰 A pampered sweetheart X a rough-and-ready country boy 🐗

Xie Zhining was born into luxury, and lived a carefree, easy life where everything went her way.

When it came to men, she wouldn't give one a second glance unless he was as handsome as Pan An. And anyone who wasn't a peerless hero was out of the question.

Yet in the end, she was promised to a rough country bumpkin from a humble background.

Xie Zhining was deeply unwilling, but she couldn't defy the emperor's decree, so she could only marry into the General's residence through her tears.

Married life was dreadful.

Her husband was coarse, reckless, and utterly uncultured. He had barely a drop of ink in his belly, just endless brute strength and a face thicker than the city walls.

Xie Zhining glared at the man's rugged, handsome face. Blushing, she flew into a rage, slapped him, and turned to leave.

The man was bewildered by the sudden touch from his wife.

Then he coughed awkwardly, put on a stern face, and strode after her. "Fine, this time it's my fault. I'll apologize."

"But I'm not accepting your once-every-three-or-five-days nonsense. At least once every three days, no longer than that."

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Pei Yi joined the army at thirteen. After ten years of distinguished service, he had planned to spend his whole life on the battlefield and return wrapped in his own horse's hide.

But when the fighting died down and the borderlands were peaceful, the emperor summoned him back to the capital to report. Somehow, he ended up saddled with a marriage that gave him a headache.

Flowers don't bloom in the sandy wastes, and he was no gardener.

His little wife cried if he held her in his mouth and made a fuss if he held her in his hands.

She nitpicked everything and complained about everything.

Even when it came to that sort of thing, he had to beg and plead to get it once.

Back then, Pei Yi never imagined that one day he would become like those lovesick, resentful men in the women's quarters whom he had once looked down on, tossing and turning alone in the side room, jealous and sour.

Later, Pei Yi discovered that reciting poetry, playing the zither, and dancing were no match for simply swallowing his pride and climbing in through the window.

He would trap her beneath the bed curtains, bury his face by her skirt, and murmur indistinctly,

"Ningning, you still dare think about that pretty boy?"

"Is he as strong as me, as powerful as me, or as good at pleasing you as I am?"

❤️ A sweet little story about married life, with each devoted to the other in body and soul ❤️

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