Hey, Husband, Your Cover's Blown

Yun Sangluo transmigrated into a book, and as luck would have it, ended up as a cannon-fodder supporting character. With her second older sister, who had transmigrated here, sharpening her knives, and her fifth younger sister, who had been reborn and returned for revenge, the pressure was really getting to her, okay? Planning to sit back and watch the tigers fight, Yun Sangluo happily munched on seeds with one hand and cuddled a handsome man with the other as she watched the show... That is, until one day she realized her husband seemed... a little mysterious? Scene 1: One dark, windy night, Yun Sangluo caught a man dressed in black sneaking around. Yun Sangluo: “Husband, what are you doing on the roof?” The man calmly glanced up at the moon. “Admiring the moon.” Yun Sangluo: “...What a refined pastime, husband.” As if I’d believe that. You old geezer, you’re up to no good! Scene 2: At a state banquet, Yun Sangluo pinned the famously frail and helpless young lord Lan against a wall Young Lord Lan: “Men and women should keep their distance... Perhaps you should show a little more restraint?” Yun Sangluo: “Cut the nonsense and take off your mask!” The mask slipped, revealing a familiar, handsome face. Yun Sangluo gritted her teeth. “It’s only been one night. How did you get so useless already, husband?” Young Lord Lan: “...Whether I’m useless or not, shouldn’t you know best, Madam?” Yun Sangluo was distressed. They said she was only supposed to be a cannon-fodder character, so why did her husband have so many secret identities? Author, get out here and fight me! He was cold by nature, hard-hearted and indifferent, yet he never imagined that one person would become the indelible cinnabar mark in his heart. From then on, she made time dazzling and the years gentle... Written in an old-fashioned style. Please don’t complain if it’s not to your taste.