The Househusband of a Noble Family in a Matriarchal World Can't Find True Love

How can anyone bear the cold neglect and lingering autumn rain? Once you take this position, true love is no longer possible.

The whole world seems to preach the three obediences and four virtues, and the chastity and good name expected of a husband. Yet it all feels like a joke.

A mistress's failure to live up to expectations only makes other people covet her so-called husband all the more. His clan, the powerful, the old nobility: how many eyes are fixed on the man beneath the robes of this great family's husband?

"My lord, for the sake of getting the family through this crisis, could you spend one night with her?" She personally pushes me into the arms of another woman, then turns around and asks why I don't follow the rules of male virtue. In this wretched world, what chance is there of true love for a noble family's husband in a matriarchal society?

And another thing: what do you mean, "a married man is even better"? What does it mean to want to imitate Cao the Chancellor?

Some things are better left unsaid.

Sharing a bed, yet dreaming different dreams.