Summary
Chancellor Yan and I were a fake married couple. But before we could divorce, he fell and injured his head. As a result, his memories became scrambled, and he became convinced that he was my shameful, hidden lover. The gentleman everyone praised spent his days and nights scheming about how to climb into my bed. He even tried to sow discord between me and my “proper spouse.” “What woman doesn’t enjoy keeping a wildflower or two? If they can’t even tolerate something as small as this, then that person’s capacity for tolerance is far too lacking.” “I’m different. I don’t care about reputation. As long as Your Highness loves me, I’m willing to be the lesser one.” Me: “Mm…” When other people became hidden lovers, they were debasing themselves. When he became one, it was a love story for the ages. That was very Chancellor Yan of him.