After Marrying the Rustic Husband of the True Heiress - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Three years ago.

The ridiculous mix-up between the true and false daughters finally came to light.

Shen Zhaozhao, the True Miss, became the Seventh Prince’s fiancée, while I ended up with a husband from the rough-and-tumble wilds.

Three years later.

That rough husband had become a great general, while the Seventh Prince had fallen out of the emperor’s favor.

And that was how today’s incident came about.

Seeing me nod, Shen Zhaozhao left in satisfaction.

Before she went, she did not forget to remind me to petition to be Cast Off tonight.

Night fell.

I waited for Wei Liao to return until I nearly dozed off.

In the three years since we had married, aside from the times he was away at war, he came back every night no matter how late it was.

While I was drifting in and out of sleep, something seemed to brush across my cheek.

It carried a scorching heat, and it was terribly rough.

The heat jolted me a little more awake.

But my skin quickly grew used to that warmth, and I somehow found it very comfortable. My eyelids felt unbearably heavy.

“Husband…”

I murmured softly.

A low male voice sounded.

“I’m here.”

My eyes flew open.

Under the candlelight, Wei Liao stood before me.

He was still in the armor he had not yet taken off, as if it still carried the wind and frost of the frontier.

He seemed to have some Hu blood in him. His face was handsome and sharply defined, and he was tall and powerfully built, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.

Like a small mountain.

Back when I had first married him in Shen Zhaozhao’s place, I once accidentally walked in on him taking a cold bath.

The sight of those swelling muscles and bulging veins made it seem as if he could crush me to death with one hand.

I had spent more than ten years as the young lady of the Minister’s Manor. When had I ever seen anything so terrifying?

It scared me so badly I ran a fever for three days.

At this moment, Wei Liao stood as he always did, a full three feet away from me, his expression distant and cold.

Then I saw those strange words again.

[Male lead, what are you pretending for? Weren’t you just about to get those fingers into negative distance?]

[Every time the female lead calls him “husband,” the male lead gets so excited he overheats.]

[I swear, this male lead has the face of a debauched libertine, but he’s been abstinent for three whole years. When do we finally get fed?]

[He’s standing so far away and wearing so many clothes. Is he afraid the female lead will see his *?]

Why was it * again?

Was Wei Liao hiding something under his clothes?

It was probably a sword.

Wei Liao was extremely guarded.

Sometimes he even slept with a sword on him, and several times it had dug into me.

As I was thinking this over, Wei Liao suddenly spoke. “Why aren’t you asleep yet?”

I replied, “I have something to say to you.”

“I want to petition to be…”

[Here it comes, here it comes! Dinner’s about to be served!]

[Someone lend me a pair of underwear. I need it as a bib for this meal.]

[We’ve just been waiting for the female lead to bring up being Cast Off. The second she does, the male lead will strip, toss her onto the bed, and hehehe…]

What!

Wei Liao was actually this brutal!

I merely wanted to petition to be Cast Off, and he wanted to-he wanted to hit me!

Trembling, I looked at Wei Liao. He was staring intently at me, his eyes like a wild beast fixed on a chunk of fatty meat.

He was treating me like a fish on the chopping block!

He was using his gaze to tell me that my little life was in his hands.

And he was right. With his build, if he really struck me, how could I possibly survive?

“What does my wife want to say?”

I swallowed the words that had reached my lips and hurriedly shook my head.

“I just wanted to say… to say that you came back too late…”

Wei Liao’s breath hitched.

He took two steps toward me and asked, “Are you acting spoiled with me?”

Startled by the sudden approach of this fierce tiger, I paid no attention to what Wei Liao was saying.

[Putting my underwear back on while cursing under my breath!]

[My membership expires tomorrow. Looks like I’m not getting this meal after all.]

[Sis, don’t panic. I already asked around. This author has been warned several times for skirting the line. Just wait, there’ll definitely be food!]

I only half understood those words, but the most important thing right now was Wei Liao in front of me.

His broad, callused palm suddenly landed on my forehead.

“Your complexion looks terrible. Are you feeling unwell?”

He was so close.

Close enough that I could smell him.

It was not like the various incenses worn by the wealthy young masters in the capital, but the clean scent of soapberry and a faint, indescribable smell.

It was not unpleasant.

In fact, for some reason, it made me feel a little weak.

My heart beat faster and faster.

The warmth on my forehead felt strangely familiar, so familiar that I could not help rubbing against it.

Feeling my movement, Wei Liao went rigid.

“What are you doing…”

His eyes darkened. His voice was a little hoarse, hiding a trace of strain that was difficult to detect.

Startled, I hurriedly tried to explain. “H-Husband, I, I…”

“I want… to…”

The words exploded into chaos.

[So direct!]

[I’m not ready yet, and we’re already getting on the highway?!]

[Wait, wait, I just put my underwear on and haven’t taken it off yet!]

Wei Liao’s ears flushed red, and his Adam’s apple bobbed.

There was clearly no wind in the room, yet for some reason, his robe shifted slightly.

His gaze grew increasingly fierce and profound.

The hand that had been on my forehead slowly moved downward, approaching my trembling lips…

Summoning all my courage, I finally blurted out the rest in one breath.

“Husband, I want to sleep.”

[…]

[Author, are you messing with us on purpose?]

[My belt is going around the author’s neck.]