I Swapped Marriages and Wed the Heir, Now He Holds Me Close and Spoils Me Every Night

Xie Shiyuan opened her eyes and found herself back at the age when her marriage was being arranged. Her cousin, Xie Wanyi, actually wanted to steal the man she'd married in her previous life and make her the heir's wife at the prince's mansion? She smiled faintly. She couldn't ask for anything better! In her previous life, she'd married Lu Xun and worked tirelessly to advance his career, scheming at every turn to help him climb the ranks until he stood at the very top of the court. In the process, she'd worn herself down to the point of illness and lost her child. She never imagined she would become a nightmare in his heart, one he would personally put an end to. In this life, she accepted her cousin's kind offer and married into the prince's mansion as the heir's wife. She was dutiful to her parents-in-law and an excellent household manager. She was also gentle and considerate toward the heir, seeking out famous physicians to treat his illness. Everyone said she loved him deeply. Only Pei Yanqing, who heard them say this, let his gaze darken. Loved him deeply? He would have thought so too if he hadn't overheard the conversation between her and her maid. “Madam, surely you haven't fallen for the heir?” “Caring for the heir, honoring my parents-in-law, and managing the prince's household are all part of my duty as his wife. If the household prospers, so do I.” That night, Pei Yanqing shut himself in his study until morning and finally acknowledged his own feelings. From then on, whenever Xie Shiyuan plotted against someone, he handed her the knife. When she opened a shop, he made sure it succeeded. She liked children, so he volunteered to make one with her himself! Xie Shiyuan stared silently at her swelling belly. Hadn't he been supposed to be frail? Then what was this child in her belly? When she saw her cousin again, the woman had gone mad, unable to accept the truth. As she lunged at Xie Shiyuan, someone gently shielded her in his arms. “Don't look, A-Yuan. Let's go home.”