Reborn to Master My Husband

In her previous life, she was the Minghui Princess, beloved by all. After marriage, her husband neglected her. When she learned he had long loved someone else, she was devastated and accidentally fell to her death from a height.

In this life, she is the legitimate daughter of the second branch of the Anle Marquis’s household. Her innocence and guilelessness are a thing of the past. She’ll never believe in love at first sight again, and she won’t recklessly agree to marry someone she knows nothing about! This time, she’s determined to find a man who will love and cherish her, a man strong enough to stand up to anything.

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She kicked open the door and stormed into the study, slamming the thing in her hand down in front of him!

“Tell me! What does it mean that some little vixen sent you this love poem and these red beans?” She planted her hands on her hips and shouted.

“It’s a misunderstanding! It’s all a misunderstanding!” He waved his hands frantically, his face pale.

She grabbed him by the ear and hauled him out of his chair, sneering, “A misunderstanding? Fine! Let’s go clear it up with that little vixen right now!” With that, she marched out, still gripping his ear.

“My lady, I’m innocent, I’m innocent…” He pleaded and protested all the way, but she ignored him. The servants who saw them lowered their heads, struggling to keep from laughing.

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The night was dark and windy, and red candles burned bright.

He had just returned from a distant journey. “I was gone so long, and you only wrote me one letter?”

She glanced at him. “I’m just a silly girl with little talent. How could I be as quick-witted as those other women, writing you love poems every day? It took me ages to come up with this one!”

Her words made him laugh despite himself. He took out a piece of paper. “Is this your poem?”

“Yes!” She looked at him earnestly with her big eyes and nodded.

“Then let’s have a proper discussion about what your poem means, my dear!”

The poem on the paper read:

The moonlight shines before my bed,

I think it’s frost upon the ground.

I raise my head to gaze at the moon,

Then lower it, missing my dear man.